Bye now after all this sex talk we were both so horny, like I said Peter looking so sexy in the tan tights, I gave him a sorter petticoat to wear a lo...ely misty blue colour that I had stolen from a neighbours washing line weeks ago.Oh yes that goes perfect with those tights I said, “Fucking hell this feels unbelievable” you look awesome too I said, hang on put some lipstick on as well.So there we both were, if I say myself each of us looking rather sexy and fuckable.I got close to Peter, close. ‘Who?’ I asked, startled at her comment. ‘Trip, of course. You haven’t got a good word to say about him, and yet you and his father are close. What is it about him that pisses you off so much?’ I sighed. It was time I came clean with Doreen about my relationship with Trip. ‘My wife … ex-wife … had an affair with Trip. I didn’t know anything about it until she came to me asking for a divorce. She was trading up. She was going to marry Trip and live the life of a wealthy woman.’ Doreen had a. Oh, my, does my pussy appreciate this? I reach round, place my weight on top of me and open my buttocks. I sink another couple of inches. My pussy stretches and fills out in every direction and my first orgasm comes so easily. I take it as best I can, slump forward a little and give a few move gentle bounces. I’m completely lost now. I’m racking my nails up and down his pecks and he is groaning. I’ve got his attention and my pussy has clamped hard around this huge, French cock. My head slumps. Over the years we had acted out a few fantasies, but I never thought she would indulge the fantasy that had become my largest obsession. I was completely fascinated with watching another man fuck my wife. Not make love, not share a tender moment, just fuck. I wanted to see my wife fucked and fucked well. I wanted to see her give herself to another man the way she had given herself to me. I wanted to see her turned into a complete slut, begging to have a cock in her pussy, a cock in her.