I turned out that I didn't have to worry because as I watched the stranger slid his entire cock into my wife's pussy in one steady motion she seemed t... also push back onto it with a****l like desire. My wife had her hands on the arm rests of the theater seat and was using them to push back with every thrust of the stangers cock. I had forgot that I was to cheer the stranger on to fuck my wife harder, but it didn't matter because she was screaming for him to fuck her good and to fuck her. He didn’t want to bother taking the time for any foreplay or tenderness. There was not going to be any kissing, touching her breasts or fingering her. He didn’t even know where a clitoris was located anyway.He stopped for a moment, which gave her relief that maybe he would change his mind. “I’m worried that you might get pregnant since you aren’t on any birth control. I don’t want to be stuck with paying child support for a baby.”“I’m on the pill, just so you know.”“So, you were hoping for. I don't mean to damn with faint praise, but overall, it was no better than nice.Afterwards, we lay together with our arms around each other and enjoyed some prolonged, sensual kissing. I must be fair. Mummy is a great kisser. Better than that, she even fondled my breast a little, kissed my nipple, sucked it into her mouth and tongued it very nicely indeed.My breathing was just getting extra-heavy when she decided to kiss my neck and finger my pussy instead. Mummy has a pretty short attention. They lay in each other's arms, bodies still and his cock throbbing in her depths. The visuals they were soaking in were nearly as stimulating as any gymnastics they might spend the time performing themselves.Frank was hanging on by a fingernail. He'd been with women with strong streaks of domination but they had been about control. Their demands were for obedience. He'd been with women that were enthusiastic and fit and eager. But Stacy was something else. The demands she was making of him.