I slipped my middle finger between my wet folds before plunging it into my waiting hole.My mind was a blur of pure pleasure and ecstasy. I wanted to s...ock my husband out of his “holiness” and fuck my best friend’s husband. This had been building up for the past five years. I had enough of our “vanila” existence behind a façade of normality and middle-class morality. I wanted to experience love and be the love that I desired. I played it safe for too many years, but now I had enough of this. He thought that the danger was part of the kick. I guess I was pretty naïve because I was just having trouble envisioning it. Then it happened…“Well, see for yourself then” he said. Now how could I do that after all? He just smiled. “If you are willing to take the risk then dress yourself up in men’s clothes and I will smuggle you into a men’s room to watch the action in person.”“No fucking way!” was my first reaction. His grin just got bigger. “Coward,” he challenged “it would be so. That’s wet for this part of Oklahoma, not as compared to someplace like western Washington where people get “rust, not tan,” as I’ve heard said.What that meant was that there were times when the JV field was frequently a muddy mess during practices. That’s one of the parts of being a Goalie that makes me smile. I’m not often found out on the churned up portions of the field. Instead, I’m in my box where I can keep the mud to a minimum, with a little wish magic. Nothing extensive, mind you. It. I couldn't remember the last time anyone had wanted me so bad it was fucking great. I pulled him closer as I felt his body tense up he was cumming. I gasped as I felt him explode into me. I could feel him throb inside me as he expelled the last of his load.He climbed off me and seemed to be in a state of euphoric shock lol. Then I noticed his pal standing over me stroking himself and looking at his fone as he filmed us. 'Come on then' I said and he climbed on me. Not as intense as the first one.