I quietly apologised and sat on my bed. After an hour she came towards me and apologized for slapping me. I asked her again if she was ready for sex. ...he looked at me angrily and said NO. She said,”I am married and have a child. You are young and have your whole life. Don’t waste it.” Saying so she kissed on my cheeks and left. I asked her not to tell about it to anyone. She agreed. Weeks by weeks passed and I used to stare at Sarita. She would notice me and give a naughty smile. I again could. Her skirt was riding up her legs and you could almost see her panties. I noticed the outline of a driver in the truck and I could only imagine that he was enjoying the view from the front seat of our car.My wife is 45 years old, a brunette and about five feet tall. She is a little chunky, but her curves have caught the eye of many men.I sat down in the car and eased the door closed as to not wake her. I couldn't see the driver in the truck, but I thought I would help him out if he was still. " My tears flowed when I heard this, Sapphire put her arms around me but it was of little comfort.Only a few ate their dinner, the rest of us picked at our food waiting for what was probably inevitable for me; some of the others had a better than even chance. At the pool, the stories of what happened in previous years were told that made it seem like we were headed for hell. The best that could be said was, "They all survived."Many of us had tears rolling down our cheeks as we stood in line. "Oh yes, baby. Now harder, fuck my ass harder. Pound your big cock in my ass."I used to think my cock was big for her, but knowing that Phillip was nine inches long was a bit of a buzz kill. Yet, I obliged, beginning a faster pace on my wife's still tight ass."Harder baby, drill my ass, fuck it hard," she demanded, her moans increasing, her breathing getting erratic.Although still scared to hurt her, I obeyed, giving hard deep forward thrusts into my wife's ass. Sweat dripped down my head and I.