She picked up her vodka and took a healthy sip. Placing it down she saw the number 113 written on her napkin. She hadn't noticed it before. Janet smil...d for a brief moment, before shaking the thoughts out of her head again. She couldn't, not with a complete stranger. The idea wouldn't leave her head though. She had never done anything like that in her life. Mark didn't even like oral sex. He claimed it took too long. Time was one luxury her husband did not have. It was one commodity Janet had. She removed the nipple pads, so her prominent nipples poked out nicely. The shirt was open to about mid breast level with deep cleavage visible. Mary put on bright red lipstick and arranged her hair, so it fell around her face and down her front, framing her perfect breasts in golden locks.“Man, I look hot!” she thought.She waited for the meeting with nervous apprehension. “This had better work!” she thought.Around 1 pm, she heard a knock at the door. She got up and let them in. Dave and Mike. He is a big handsome black guy. I was sitting on the window sill, teasing him, as ususal. First, I always like to play with him a bit, just give him parts of my body, slowly strip and offering only bits of what he knows it comes next, but now he told me: "Stop! Get naked and sit down!" I was surprised, because he usually playes my game. He is very romantic. I never heard him so demanding, but in the thrill, I just submited. So there was me, sittng on the sill, all naked with my nipples pointing. ”I buried into my wife. My cock erupted. I shuddered as these intense jets of cum shot out of me, each one sending a powerful wave of pleasure through me. I grunted and groaned, and then it was over, my orgasm passed.“Yes, yes! Cum in me!” gasped Chantelle! “Knock me up! Plant a daughter in me!”My wife's cock erupted, squirting cum up both our bodies, our breasts dripping in spunk. I collapsed on her, smearing our girl-cum soaked tits together as I held my wife, our cocks softening. Our future.