"Hey where are the condoms?" I asked looking at him in the mirror, his blue eyes pierced mine and he stated, "Come on dude if I bought condoms it woul... be known." he paused and then asked "you have anything?" "Nope I am clean!" "Then have at her!" he roared shaking his muscular ass globes still framed in hid old jock strap. I moved forward and reached for the lube it was a little crusty around the top obviously well used and opened if dribbling a little from the top of his crack watching is. I smiled in blushing absurdity, not quite believing that this was my reality. A few short months ago I was a completely reserved housewife, unwilling to even wear a bikini in front of other men. Now here I was, naked in my neighbor's bed, wickedly excited to allow a well hung man to have his way with me.It might sound strange, but the first thoughts that exploded across my mind as Tyrone stretched me, were of pity. Not pity for my husband, who wanted this for me, but pity for other women. Pity. I get in the moment and kiss him equally hard with my tongue exploring his mouth and his exploring mine. The wetness of his mouth starts working on me and I start to get really hot. I run my hand on his arms and his back feeling his body up. He has unusually stronger arms which felt like a rock.Meanwhile, he pulls my t-shirt up and moves his mouth to my nipples and gave a lick on the right one which made me moan like crazy. I move my hand to his head feeling his silky long hair and push him. I then rubbed up against him, using his body to push my blouse and bra strap down my arms. He didn't just stand there, of course; he did such a good job of caressing me that I almost forgot my goal. But he remained clothed. Eventually, I could go no further that way; the blouse behind me was holding my bound arms against my stomach. John wasn't satisfied, though, and motioned for me to continue. I used the dresser, the bed, and sometimes John, to first gain a bit more slack, and then push my.