I was on a mission to make her cum.Then her body language changed. I could tell she was shutting herself off from allowing her own climax.“Oh, no, y...u don’t, slut!” I chastised her. “You’re not going to hold back on me. You’re going to cover my face with that slutty little cunt juice!”Talking dirty to her seemed to be doing the trick. I kept my fingers moving in and out of her. “You like the way our husbands are holding your cunt open for me, don’t you? It makes you feel like a dirty little. In a moment of weakness he had engaged in one meeting tryst with one of the operations managers. They were roughly the same age, both recently divorced and good friends and remained so after spending a couple of nights together in the sack. They were both lonely and wrote it off as a comfort screw. Heather had impressed him, she was bright, articulate and interesting. He had never acted inappropriate toward her…never made a pass or a suggestive comment. He had traveled up to Charlotte to spend. I was female and I was about to be penetrated from behind by a man.I'd never been so scared in my entire life, but despite any thoughts Ihad, my body was in control. As if to reinforce this, I found myselfsaying."Oh John, take me!"He didn't need more encouragement or a second invite. I felt him moveaside my g-string and the head of his penis started to push into me. Thearousal I felt whenever I was near him proved to ensure I was 'ready'. Ashe pushed further in, completely alien sensations. The kids--those wonderful, beautiful children--had gone out for sandwiches and soft drinks, and she would meet them almost without reticence, proud of her body instead of hiding its invigorated flesh.The TV was still going, its sound tuned low, but the bright images flashed just as powerfully upon the screen. Smiling, Lauralee lowered herself into the chair and watched it, crossing her slender legs gracefully. Evidently the films ran continuously, one movie replacing another until they started.