Seems like it was just five minutes ago she sent that video. Now here I am thirty minutes later, racing home. I send up a prayer for light traffic as ... pull out of the parking garage.Thirty minutes later I pull into our driveway. I barely remember to turn the damn car off as I jump out making a mad rush for the front door. I fumble with the keys in the lock mumbling a few mild curses. If only my cock could spare some blood for the rest of my body, I might be able to get into the house. Finally,. “I think I want to experience it again.” Dalias’ voice caught in her throat. She struggled to form the words… “I… I, want that too.” And the phone went dead in her ear. The persistent knock on her apartment door roused Dalia from her fitful dream. She pulled on a silk summer robe and made her way thru the darkness to the continuing sound. Her eye to the peephole, she saw Susan looking back at her. The door swung open, almost as if it had done it itself. “Hi,” she whispered thru her grin “Come. I suddenly realised how cold it was, how vulnerable I felt and that he was going to fuck me against my will, hard. He didn't care. He got down on the floor and pushed me on my back tearing my legs open and pinning me down. Although my body had enjoyed the earlier stimulation, all I could think of was the word rape, I was being raped. I felt my eyes burning and tears roll down my cheeks. He then slid my panties to the side, to expose pussy and before I knew it I can feel his rock hard cock. She was very tight in a ring where I entered her. Deeper in was looser. It was a different feeling. She fucked me like that for a few minutes. I felt myself getting ready to cum. As I approached my orgasm, she reached down and fingered herself. The sight got me off. The action got her off.After that, she got a washcloth and cleaned me off. I fell asleep holding her close. The next day, I was with my demure wife again. There was no hint of anything going on — except for my constant arousal. Then.