I asked Phil if he was enjoying things. His reply was that I was a lucky bastard, having such a slutty bitch in my bed every night…Anita kept riding...him hard and a few minutes later she sped up and then tensed up, throwing her head back and crying in orgasmic delight. With all the excitement, I came right there in my trousers, without even touching myself.We arrived at the motel; but my wife said she wanted a drink first.We all had a couple more drinks and talked about the experience. I got. The women I had married because I couldn’t get her to sleep with me first loved me. I had no idea how to handle that. I didn’t know how to react at all, and in that one moment, she utterly destroyed me.A few days later I called Teresa, who had read my letter. She was pissed.“I can’t believe you did this,” she spat over the phone. “After I told you about Rob and everything.”I wondered briefly how she could have missed the obvious clues a second time. Maybe it was because she had known me longer.. I had never realized how good that could feel until this moment.Things continued to move well as I got her shirt completely unbuttoned and she actually moved her arms to help me get it completely off. This was uncharted territory for me, but I was just riding the wave of emotion and I wasn't going to stop.As my hands reached back to try and find the clasp of her bra, my heart was beating so loudly inside my chest I was sure Gina could hear it — because it was so loud to me it was starting to. His panting was loud and his drool was copious. My hair and neck was being soaked with his slippery slime.His furious pounding had been to my advantage. The force of it, even though gloriously painful had moved my body closer to my car. Close enough for me to be able to reach forward and open the driver’s door.As we lay joined together now with the beast not moving his furry underbelly or legs I contemplated my next move. Even though this copulation had been delightful, and was still delighting.