But just before she could cum, he pulled back sitting down on his legs and watch her wine. “Why’d you stop?! That felt so good.†t...e look in his eyes said he found something humorous but his mouth was completely serious. “I want you to be mine.†He said simply. She looked at him strangely. It was a simple enough request, but she didn’t know what he meant. “I want to love you every second of every day, I’ll give you anything you want . All you’ll ever have to do is ask. But. I put my glass down slowly and with a calculated deliberateness, looked directly at him, a challenging look, drawing my tongue across my red lips, partially parting them as inviting him to fuck my mouth and relieve himself.We were locked in a visual joust, one where the prize of an illicit sexual encounter was at stake, 'Strange', I thought, 'I wanted him as much as he needed me', I was horny and my husband never picked up on my vibes, but this man did, so my pussy was his to fuck.I uncrossed. The band playing was actually quite good, she realized. A rock group with a slight punk edge. There were five of them up there, all dressed in what mostly looked like black leather. She glanced at each of them in turn, taking in their appearances.The singer was in nothing but a pair of too-tight pants. The rest of him, including his feet, was mostly covered in tattoos. His nipple piercings reflected the stage lights. His hair was black streaked with peroxide blond, coming just to his jawline.. Bobby and I.” She finished her words looking into my eyes. I thought about pleading innocent, that I didn’t know what she thought I saw, but the look in her eyes suggested there was no room for denial - she knew. I nodded. “I’m sorry.” She seemed genuinely repentant. “Our yard is so private. The trees mean no one can see in, except from your bedroom, that’s the only angle. I guess we just got carried away.” There was a faint smile on Valerie’s lips as she spoke, but her tone was quiet. I didn’t.