She started to moan and work her ass up and down; finally, she was fucking me back. I kept staring at her tight little asshole. I spit on it and rubbe... the tip of my finger around it as she cooed back at me. I then slowly slipped it in and from the inside of her asshole, felt my cock driving into her."You like to be ass fucked," I asked her."I let my husband have it sometimes, if your going to cum, at least do it in my ass so I don't get pregnant," she said.I couldn't believe it, she just told. My mind drifted into the erotic; the sofa, Keira bent over..."Watch out!" Keira yelled.Braking hard, rear tire squealing, I brought the bike to a halt at the red light, my heart thumping. Fuck that had been close!"What happened?" Keira asked, her voice a bit shaky."That damn skirt," I informed her.She laughed nervously. "Pay attention to driving," she admonished before hugging me tightly.We were back in familiar territory as soon as the front door closed, Keira turning and pressing herself into. I hated being called Jon. I liked my name; I saw no reason to shorten it. Instead of having the brass to correct him, I lied and said the report was coming along just fine. When I reached my cubical, I took a deep breath, and forced myself to start working on it. My fingers began to type—the weekend was over.I didn't get far when my cell rang. I fished it out of my pocket, and saw that it was my wife, Monica, calling. I smiled; she must be having a slow day, too. She was a teller at the Bank of. ‘I will of course reimburse you for the meal and movies. And anything else you may need to spend … motel bills and all that.’ Monique looked away from me and her cheeks flushed. ‘All right,’ I said. And then, thinking this didn’t display the right note of passion, I continued. ‘I would be honoured to take Emma out. Shall I pick her up from your place at 6 o’clock tomorrow evening?’ # The next morning I could hardly concentrate on any of my work, so engrossed was my mind on the excitement the.