When I spread your sweet pussy lips open, you held your breath for a moment. Then you felt it, the smooth velvety head of my hard cock entering your t...robbing pussy. There it was, you wanted to feel it. You wanted to feel it throbbing as much as you were throbbing. The head, then the shaft of my hard cock slowly slipping into you, deliberately taking such a slow time, if your hands were not tied you would have grabbed me and pulled me into you hard.The angle I held your legs and feet gave you. I had then greatly improved the days of a couple of men on packed commuter trains, as I headed into my usual place of work to see what adventures I could have there.... ------------------------------------------------ The walk from the tube station to my office felt both usual and unusual. Normally I made this walk as an unremarkable middle-aged man in a suit, barely noticed by the passers-by on the pavement. However, this morning, since taking that small pink pill only an hour or two earlier,. I told them all the things I know about you and your tastes.” The finger was now deep inside me and was tickling my prostate. “And we have a secret weapon.” With her left hand she fitted my cock neatly between her legs and began to rock slowly to and fro, stroking its upper surface with her pussy. “You liked little Sachi, didn’t you? The one with the pretty bottom?” “Er, yes,” I said, trying to keep my voice neutral. “And you’ve been asking her for a date, haven’t you, some evening when I have to. The fact that her bisexual friend enjoyed going both ways pissed her off beyond reason. Our marriage hit the sk**s shortly after and once the arguing started I was of course the root of all our problems, in and out of bed.The divorce was ugly, every argument about money and stuff was rooted in Stacey’s dissatisfaction with the sexual encounter with Pam and I was the reason it all went bad. I don’t think Stacey saw Pam again, and quite honestly I had not looked back, if she found another.