Texting and online chat are all we have had since finding each other on Facebook. You have a girlfriend, I have a husband, mine is not the best of mar...iages and no sex for the past few years, but I am loyal...or I have been............I have gotten to know you again. First the emails, and the tentative sentences online, which caused me to giggle that almost give me away to my family. Then the texts full of sexual innuendo. Followed by the playful times we spent online.I’m always wondering what. ..further lubricating you......“Fuck me” you say.......so being the gentleman I move forward and you feel the tip of my hard cock rub against your exposed pussy.....lips full from you orgasm and clit hard......wanting cock....wanting to be fucked.You feel my weight move forward and your pussy lips part as I penetrate you......my cock inching up your needy cunt......Slowly at first I begin to fuck you....then more urgently......my cock slipping in and out of your well lubricated pussy.......I. The hole was placed above my vagina and my husband, Bernard, would masturbate himself for a minute or two, and then insert his erection through the hole into my vagina. The idea was to allow sex but take the lust out by making it unpleasurable, merely a form of physical relief for the pressure in the male balls. Foreplay was forbidden. I do not know how Bernard found it, but I hated it. It was my duty as a wife to be available for the physical needs of my husband, but I was not supposed to. He (Phil) was tall and very handsome I was sure his cock matched his stature and best of all he was a complete smart ass. Not every one was a huge fan of his at work because of it and more than once I stuck up for him, but his cockiness drew me in. He was always so professional at work, never once letting on he even recognized I was a woman, none the less a blonde with huge tits. But what do I have to lose at this point? So it started I responded to his smart ass comment with a private message.