She stiffens and I realize that she is very tight and that my thick cock is stretching her wide open, not a virgin, but not playing the scene either. ...ending my knees for a better angle, I grip her hips and push down as I thrust upwards, she throws back her head and her scream is lost in the music blaring from the speakers. She look in front of her again, I slip my hand to her hard clit and start to rub it hard and fast. She moves her hips in time with the music, making her wet, tight pussy. She had on a garter belt to hold up her fishnet stockings, but nothing else underneath. She had put on her makeup and made up her hair, in a way that gave her a totally different look, one of unadulterated lust. If I wasn't trying to implement my plan, I would have taken her right then, but I had something else on my mind. We walked into a bar near our house and took a table in a darker corner, ordering drinks and listening to the band play. After a few drinks, I went to the men's room and then. These men have rarely seen a prize like yours, so unlike their former sorority girls and aging socialites. Her confident stride matches yours, and together you keep a brisk pace through the lobby. You catch the look on her face out of the corner of your eye, and can't help but grin. She's dreamily unfocused, off in her own imagination; knowing her like you do, you know what's on her mind as she absentmindedly strokes your forearm. The doors of the mirrored elevator slide open, and you. Here I continue with my story. The bright morning sun illuminated the bedroom as it beamed through the panoramic windows. I had never been awakened by the sunlight in my room before and couldn’t understand why this was happening. It was only when I got out of the bed that I realized I was not in my room.This was my wedding night room. The passionate memory of lovemaking to my dearest wife last night all came back to me. I stared at the messed-up bed and saw dry cum and love juice stains spilled.