Her hand would drop slowly, lightly touching her breasts over her t-shirt. She would let out a slight gasp. Just enough that I would hear it…tease ...e, make me wonder whether it was my imagination or not. She would pat her tummy before she would slowly slide her hand under her T, upward toward her delicious breasts. Touching herself, feeling her warm chest. She would tell me how good she felt. She would tell me how hard her nipples were getting as she squeezed and pinched them.. She gave out a loud moan as she panted for breath and I knew she was cumming hard. The guy continued with his pace showing no mercy as he used her body and she came again within seconds of her first orgasm. He then put her legs onto his shoulders and pulled her closer to him. Her arse was slightly over the edge of the table and he reached forward for her breasts. Once he got her into position he began to fuck her hard once more. He moved in and out of her wet hole effortlessly as she lay back. But then I was shocked to see a picture of Helena, my wife’s girlfriend; that bitch who was a real slut; that bitch I had fucked sometimes, that bitch who had got her husband Jorge become a perfect cuckold…I clicked on the link and watched a video showing her sitting naked in front of the camera, saying her name and how she was a slut for black cock. Then three black men appeared in the scene; so, Helena went on her knees and started sucking a huge black dick and jerking the other two. I couldn’t wait to get into Philip’s room and the simple vigorous fucking I was beginning to love and anticipate. Would my marriage have been warm and sensual like this if I hadn’t married Rob? There was lots of chat about what we would do after lunch and it was fuelling my frustration. This and that was suggested until Dennis chipped in with, “I suppose you’ll be heading off for your beauty sleep Toni?”“Better believe it Dennis, wouldn’t miss it in this heat.”Rob said that he was going down to.