The truth being told I think the urge has always been there, when I was a c***d I would fantasise, but the stigma attached forced it all back and I st...yed straight. So why now? Well I live in Bournemouth, I have a car but I walk when I can, especially at night.Its a student town and police pull people over all the time so I walk. I’d been out for a couple of drinks with an ex girlfriend, we used to share a cat. Being endlessly optimistic I’d dropped a viagra before the “date” but sadly she’d. Mary bit her lip, trying not to groan. The computer room was next to the en-suite and she could hear her husband shouting as he played the game.Alan stopped the anal massage and bent down. Mary couldn’t see what he was doing but as he stood up, she felt a cool jelly liquid being rubbed around her arse. She suddenly realised that he was going to anally fuck her. She started to resist but Alan held her tight. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.“Listen here, bitch, I’m going to fuck that. He would then head down to the cafeteria and chat up staff workers. He’d fucked a few in his car but most of the time, he chose to use the janitor’s closet beneath the stairs. He always sent them away with hush money and returned to Chantal’s side the next day, none the wiser. What tore Martin’s heart apart was that now, instead of whispering his name before she came, she would whisper Jean-Claude’s instead. He told himself that she didn’t mean anything to him and that she had never made any. She was shocked, she said Sam its not right what you are doing, stop it, she tried to pull it up with her hands I said its ok, i need better accessShe tried to resist but could not, I kept massaging her bumps and then I poured oil all over her panties, it was white in colour and it had gone down completely inside her ass. I massaged her ass crack with my finger and then slowly started to rub her clit.I knew I had her, she stared to moan and tried to push my hand out but I just kept fingering.