This was not a love affair. We both had good marriages. Taylor and I were all business. Edging each other on towards the next quarter's milestone.My ...hone rang as I was in the parking lot leaving my last call. It was the voice of sex calling, "Well am I buying new dining suite, or did you fuck it up?"I had my reply already scripted, "Go buy your dining suite, and when it arrives serve your ass up on the table and have your husband fill up your tight back hole."Taylor let out a squeal, "I'd. That gentleman he is bending over was hurt by those two dead men before my husband showed up. The two dead men tried to rob us just before our husband walked in. As you can see, the dead men are still holding their guns, and we are very lucky that our husband showed up when he did. Can you get some medical assistance for the injured man?" Yes, Ma'am. I look into that right away. Please wait here until I get back. I should be gone only a few minutes."The marshal was a man of his word and was. I felt his ass welcoming each thrust. His butt pushed back against me. His breathing quickened even more. He gasped and lunged into the pillows. I sensed that he had ejaculated. The clenching of his ass around my cock confirmed his cumming.I reached under and latched onto his cock. It was wet and slimy with cum. I continued to stroke in and out of his ass.“Do you like that Baxter?”“Yes,” he giggled. “It feels fucking awesome.”“Have you ever been fucked before?”“Never!”“Did you like fucking Amie. "Call that a prick?", she said flicking it with her fingers. "Give me a chance", I said, "I havent had a chance to get worked up yet". "I've seen bigger matchsticks", she continued, waggling it from side to side (Great sense of humour my wife, anyone who didn't know me intimately would think I only had a small one). Then Carole reached over and squeezed my balls so hard I cried out. "If your prick isn't hard by the time I count to ten I'll squeeze them even harder", she said in a harsh voice..