Each thrust was met with screams and yells from Monique, but they were mostly erotic noises made from his hard cock pounding her surprisingly wet puss.... Monique was partly enjoying this. She was being fucked like a slut and she liked it. As she looked across the hood at her boss’ eyes, she licked her lips and started talking dirty to the cop. ‘Fuck me, fuck my pussy. I’m a dirty whore and I deserved to be fucked.’ Her boss was surprised how into it Monique was getting, but he found himself. ” You can imagine there were a million things going through my head. We have been together long enough that I knew I could trust him but what is this all about I thought. I made my way to the master suite. The room was full of candles, soft music flowing from the surround sound. I walked in and didn’t see him. I followed the candles to the bathroom where the tub (big enough for 4 people) was. Standing in the door way he greeted me with a glass of champagne, kissed me on the lips while grabbing. I couldn’t let him go. He was too good. He was like no other man I’d ever met. No ego to hide behind. Enough self-deprecation to make me want to love him harder. And that face. That goddamn body.I didn’t know how much longer I could wait. Would the risk pay off? How could I tell him the kind of sex I was into? I couldn’t speak about things like that. We talked about running for god’s sake! Running and pretty French desserts and art. Not sex. Easy conversations covering up clenched fists.. Get the afternoon tide from Woodbridge. Might moor overnight at the Ferry, take a leisurely run back here. No rush, but I don't suppose we'll get away much more after this." See you, Ted." G'night, Jim."Both girls were in Eva's room. I drank a lot of water to dilute the whiskey and stave off the possibility of a hangover, had a shower, undressed and got into bed.I was half asleep when Grace slipped in behind me and reached for my penis."You awake, Lover?" Um ... no?" but my body was giving away.