She was humping the pillow so wildly now that the bed began to rock and eventually the head of bed started slamming against the wall. “AH AH AH AH!�...� she screamed loudly. “Does that feel good?” I asked, as I began sliding my fingers in and out of my hole. “YES! But I want more! I want you! I want you to fuck me! PLEASE!” Her screams in combination with my thrusting fingers were causing me to reach my peak. But when I looked at her again she had discarded the pillow and was crawling towards me.. It was a smallish, leather-bound, notebook. Taking it with me to the living room, I dusted it off. I was just in time too, since my lunch decided to ring the doorbell at exactly that moment. I opened the door, tipped the guy and took my food eagerly, ignoring the shocked and slightly scared look on the delivery man’s face. What? I was hungry! Opening the containers, I delved inside as I opened the notebook and took a seat on one of the boxes. On the front page of the notebook was scrolled in. She flipped the phone looking for his number Coffee? she put and sent it. almost immediately the reply came back, come over home alone x. she checked herself in the mirror feeling the wetness between her legs already the anticipation.Knocking on his door, she could hear her heart in her chest, she knew at any moment they could be caught by his wife, his k**s or friends but she couldn't help it she wanted him. He opened the door grinning widely, he pecked her cheek as she entered, following. I could hear music blasting from the house so after having to park down the street I walked back to see just what my loving wife was up too. The front curtains were almost closed but I could see in through a small opening. There was the woman I love and wanted to spent my life with naked other then a sexy pair of hosiery I had got her for our anniversary. Kelly was there on her knees giving some guy a blow job and also giving some black dude a hand job. As I looked back at my wife 2 more black.