He didn’t say anything the next day, but the day after that, he looked at me again as I put my cloak on to head back inside. “Nothing? Really?”I...smiled softly. “You can just say if you’re looking for someone to talk to, you know.”He grunted instead of responding, but when I turned to go back inside, he slid over to make room for me on the bench and patted the space beside him almost reluctantly. I sat down, but he seemed too tongue-tied to know where to start.I sighed.“You know how I have a lot. ''Odd question lol, 6:30 I suppose,'' I replied. ''Meet me then?'' He insisted.I have never had a one night stand, only ever had sex with my fiancé so that might be a good thing? Fate? I had always wanted another cock to ride. My fiancé would never know either. I couldnt find anything to deter me from doing it. ''OK,'' I replied finally. Josh sent me an image, I opened it up and it was a picture of his cock, looked huge, thick too. I could feel myself getting moist. I thought I might be. I said to the guy "do you want to see her tits?" He just nodded still rubbing his cock through the window. I pulled my wife up still with my cock inside her and undid her bra revealing her big double F tits. I kissed her neck and ran my fingers over her erect nipples and whispered to her "do you like looking at his cock?" "yes" she said, not able to take her eyes away from it. "Do you want him to fuck you?" She just stiffened but said nothing. "Go and lay down on the bed" I said. I leaned out. Only in this sudden movement the true soreness in his ass hit him. It felt like it had been ripped apart (which, something it Andrew's subconscious mind told him, it had been... three times over). Limping and stumbling, his every step made difficult by that alien thing between his legs, he finally got to the bathroom and carefully sat on the floor in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. He was afraid to look, but look he did. There, in front of him, was the final, incontrovertible proof..