He was enjoying it too, talking dirty to me and telling me how much he and I were both enjoying it. "Yeah, suck my daddy cock, that's a good boy! Yo... love sucking that cock, don't you, making me feel good. That's it, work my balls, suck my cock deep!" I was really enjoying myself. As I continued, his words became more urgent, and more crass. He called me his naked cocksucker, and urged me to take more and more of his great cock into my throat. He told me he was going to introduce me to. My husbands friend was now slowly fucking me, enjoying views of me only my husband was familiar with. I wrapped my stockinged and booted legs around Neil’s waist and began to match his thrusts with my gyrating hips. Brian looked on, watching Neil fuck me the way I’ve always wanted to be fucked. I was consumed with pure lust for Neil’s cock, craving it almost.“Your cock is bigger and better than Jeff’s!” I moaned, raising my hips to meet his cock.Neil grinned with arrogant pride.“It’s filling me. We'd tried anal several times, but she wasn't much of a fan, her trouble relaxing made it more painful than it should have been. What she does enjoy is when I lick her ass hole, or rub circles around it with my finger. This drives her wild, especially if either of us are also playing with her clit. I rubbed circles around her ass hole and then ever so lightly pushed the tip of my finger onto the hole. I could feel the hole give way slightly and then I continued my circles. It was fucking. Jesus wept.Suddenly, again in the present time, I could only wonder: how could it be that a woman whose body was covered by a dress that exposed so little flesh — the top of her full bosom, her neck, her throat, her hands, her wrists — could seem so much more erotic than the virtually nude posturing of the slatterns who constitute what passes for modern eroticism?Knowing there was no rational answer to my question, my mind retreated again to the past.I smiled at her. First because her beauty.