]Entering the store, I couldn't believe I was actually going to do this. I had suggested it to my husband first, and he loved the idea. In fact, the m...re he thought about it, the more he encouraged me to do it. And, then I promised Melanie (our cuckcake) that I would do it for her. Why did I do that? I have no idea. She was well off, in fact. Her husband, a CEO for a local conglomerate, is wealthy, and little did he know that his trophy wife was cheating on him with my husband. Not just. “Suck it, Mithila!” I gasped. “Here it comes!”Mithila mumbled uncomfortably around my dick as it thrust in her mouth, her eyes blazing wide as she realized she was about to taste cum for the first time. Still, Mithila dutifully sucked, wincing as she tasted her own snatch, mingled with the metallic flavor of blood.Seeing her mouth stretched around my pussy-slicked penis, her own fluid dripping down her chin, turned me on to no end. I hadn’t had a fuck this hot in ages. Oh, god!” I cried,. We tried missionary last. I got on my back and spread my legs and he fucked me like a woman. I loved that. I wrapped my legs around him and pushed my butt back into his dick the best I could. He held me by my hips and pushed and pulled me. I put my legs up and he sucked on my toes and licked my feet while fucking me, which I liked a lot more than I thought I would. Then I laid back and put my legs back all the way behind my head with my ass way up and asked him to fuck me like that. He got on. And, just below the surface, he could see it, the tragedy of Her marriage. It was like a vein running through both of them. A silent understanding. He wondered if his friend had told Her about what his marriage was like. Probably not. His friend never seemed to talk to Her. He'd had a couple of beers and many laughs with Her. He had watched the alcohol loosen Her up more and more. But he wasn't afraid of Her. She wasn't throwing herself at him, after all. She was just lonely. And he was lonely,.