Then Clair says that we must be here together for a reason and that we are both adults and could help each other out. She then says that her husband h...s not been paying much attention to her over the past year. As she talks she slides her hand up my swim trunks to find my cock. That was it, I stood up and dropped my trunks. My nine inch dong is standing at full attention. I bury my face in Clair's sweet pussy and start to go to town. Within seconds she is begging me to make love to her. I climb. Our kitchen seems the ideal place, the ‘Yorkstone’ floor is easily cleaned, so with just a nod and a wink, I unbuckled my belt, unbutton the button, and let down the fly zip, my trousers effortlessly fell to around my ankles, but it was different for you, lifting your skirt, and hooking your thumbs through the elasticated band to your pants, then bending as you lowered your pants to your ankles, and lifting each foot in turn to disentangle them from your feet.I turn and faced the dishwasher,. I pushed harder and she started pushing back. Now we had a hard ass fucking. The hardest I had ever been part of. She was so young and tight, but I rammed her as hard as I could, because that was what she wanted. I could feel my cock tearing the inner flesh, but she kept pushing back wanting more and more. I crammed all I had up her bung hole and she squealed with pleasure and pain. All this occurred while she was sticking her tongue into French whore cunt. She must have been enjoying that. In sixteen years, I never stepped out on my wife. Not once. Other men in my circle, within two, three years . . . they all had mistresses. It was just . . . part of life. Part of our world.’ ‘Girls are trophy wives and guys have affairs,’ I said, recalling Erin’s words. Ian smiled ruefully. ‘Yeah,’ he said, then suddenly jabbed at his chest and gave me an emphatic look. ‘But I never gave in!’ I stared up into his eyes. ‘Yes, you did,’ I said softly. His self-righteousness vanished. ‘Yeah,’ he.