“Patrick, please stop, it hurts!” I cried underneath him as he continued to pound his dick in and out of my cunt.“Oh, Viv, you feel so good. Ju...t a little while longer, baby, oh fuck just give it a sec, you’ll like it. It’ll feel real good. Trust me.”Tears came to my eyes as he continued to thrust himself inside of me. He reached up to my tits and squeezed my nipples really hard. It hurt but I didn’t say anything except I moaned at the feeling. I started to like what was happening, but I. It was something she and a half-dozen women in her crowd did every six weeks or so. She said Connie, Barbara, Miranda, Colleen, Tammy were going along but not Melissa, Sherrie's best friend. They were going to find all the things they could to talk about Melissa behind her back. Sherrie giggled a little about that when she told me.There was absolutely nothing suspicious about her doing this. She'd done it before on widely separated occasions through the years. I knew in my heart, though, this. She started talking about her Honeymoon experience in Munnar with her Hubby. She said her husband fucked her four times that night but never got satisfied her sex urge because he was more of having direct sex with no oral sex. She had lot of dreams of having a hubby who can satisfy her to the core. She thought it was new to him and he may be more engaged in later stage. But looks like he totally lost interest down the line. This conversation gave more courage to move forward to have sex with. Since my wife was almost a hundred miles away, this was like a free pass. After the meeting I hurried back to my hotel and dialed Pooja’s number. I was so excited my fingers were trembling. She answered with a very smooth feminine voice and we arranged to meet for lunch. I had just enough time to whack off before leaving, I have a tendency to come too early when I’m over excited and I wanted to be prepared. I caught a cab to the restaurant and I just sat down at a table when Pooja walked in. I.