Not quite sure how that would have worked out in this situation but, I was thinking how, just a few days ago her “rules” comprised of “flirting,...perhaps a slow dance or a quick kiss and that’s it”, things had changed. Now she was always going to use a condom! I was still musing on that when her story continued. “He kept up the pace all the time his mouth to my ear and neck, taking turns from biting my neck or whispering sweet sexy things”“what was he saying”, in my haste I’d made four typing. I was fascinated by the size. I looked down and his cock was probably twice my husband's in length and thickness. This is a real cock I thought. Not only was it fat, but it was also very long and curved like a big ripe banana with a large deep purple helmet shaped glans. I couldn’t help but mentally compare how small my hubby’s 4 to5-inch erection was compared to this stud’s manhood. My pussy flooded. I could feel that my panties were now wet with my juices and my swollen erect clit was rubbing. Obviously she wasn't as used to Dave's days out as I was. "How we going to go about this then asked the older man, Frank. The younger man Rob suggested they start in the shelter of the van motioning for Chelsea to climb into the van. She glanced at Dave who told her it was fine and to climb in. I saw that it contained a large, stained mattress and some blankets, " Eugh! It stinks!" Chelsea cried out, the younger man laughed, " it's not that bad baby! Blame old Frank he had an old slapper in. ’ ‘They will only say it in fun dear husband. Don’t get your hackles up. Are we getting very possessive already?’ ‘You bet your luscious little bottom I am. No one plays with what is mine. That stunt you pulled in Wendy’s nearly set me off.’ ‘You know I only love you. I never thought I would marry. I didn’t wait 10 months like you did. I had to adjust my whole way of thinking about men. I found a very special man, but he was a man just the same. My dad and I discussed this repeatedly. I told.