It wasnt even the pounding as much as it was the teasing that turned him into a whimpering slut, long, pale legs spread and his full lips parted, slic...ened with saliva. He was very aware of his humiliating facial expression, but more pressing was the painful twitches his own prick was giving. His own warm pre-cum was dribbling messily down the insides of his thighs, mixing together with the slather of the cops. No relief came. Just steady pumps into his ass, pushing at a lazy tempo that was. Three kids, grown up now, house, two cars, lots of bills. Not enough time together. I guess we put everything in our lives ahead of ourselves, or maybe the sex just got old and not worth the bother. Whatever it was I wanted to change it. So I started reading the damn stories. I had to ask myself, "Fantasies or realities," no-one could put up with some of the shit I was reading about. Wives wanting to swap? Husbands saying, "Fuck my wife, please," parties that turned into orgies. Men bringing. It became wet with my licking. I then took the bikini bottoms and examined the gusset. There was a slight discoloration and the edging of a stain. I raised them to my nose and sniffed. The smell was intoxicating, a musty odour that made my heart race even faster. Without thinking I licked at the stained area and tasted a sweet and salty flavour which made my erect cock strain at my jeans. I now smelled the area where her anus would’ve been and inhaled deeply, again that sweaty odour which I. A skimpy see through pink shirt and a short pair of shorts. I was putting my hair up in a pony tail as I heard my phone ding. I looked down to see a message from Charles.“In a meeting, probably wont be over anytime soon what did you need?” he said. My heart racing as I couldn’t tell him the truth, I replied, “Oh nothing just checking in, cya tonight” I replied. Fuck, I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this! Another ding form my phone and looked down to see Kent’s message.“Just parked out.