She gasped, eyes flying open. I did it again. Over the rim, and in. her hands slammed down on the surface of the desk in approval. My eyes were glued ...o her cunt, and the way it revealed and hid my hand. Slithering… yes, soon her cunt was slithering over the back of my hand, the flesh gliding on my skin like searing hot, oiled silk. I made a fist once more, and pushed it right into her, spreading those willing walls wide again.She resumed her grip on my wrist, and began to work my fist inside. He looked down at me and sneered Im almost done ok was all I was able to muster. He lined his dick up again and eased it in. This time it slipped in much easier. Malcolm went right back to work slamming his dick into me. The slapping of flesh on flesh was deafening. His intensity was intimidating. He was on his knees and lifting my bum off the couch. I reached down and touched my clit gently a few times and I was cumming again. I felt the fluid leak out of me, run down my bum and drip onto the. ” She looked back up at me. “Tried something?” I said. I knew what she meant, but I wanted her to say it out loud, because I wanted to be one hundred and fifty percent sure, at the very least. The last thing I wanted to do was make a total fool of myself. “You’re not silly, Rick,” she said, looking at me with a smile forming on her face, “you know what I mean.” “I guess I’m not like most guys,” I said. I smiled a little, so it wouldn’t sound sarcastic. “Maybe I can make it easier for. After breakfast Brad and Wendy left to pack for a month's stay with me and Fred started packing for his trip. I just stayed naked and lay in the sun beside our pool. I realised after about an hour that the teenager next door (I guessed him to be 15 or 16) was spying on me. It occurred to me that it would be fun to invite him over, while my husband was away.My god! After all those years that I had been faithful to my husband I was really going overboard. It was his fault for changing the rules.