Each thrust. More full. Deeper friction. When Bria leaned over him, rocking and grinding on his dick, Matt’s lips found her dangling breast and drew...in her nipple. It was all too much. She had been on the edge too long. She bucked against him, her clit dragging against his abdomen and sending flames through her soul.*“Paul!” Lucy exclaimed upstairs when he impaled her with a deep thrust.“Paul!” she shouted again, with another deep thrust. The edge was gone. She was sailing over it. He thrust. After we had been there a couple of nights she had found a barman she fancied so I asked him if he wanted to come back to our room for a drink when he finished his shift, saying "My wife really likes you, she'd love to get to know you better." with a heavy wink, making sure he knew what I meant. He gave a big grin and agreed and an hour later we were sitting on our balcony in the warm night air. She was wearing a dress, bra, pants and as I could hear some music I pulled her up and started to. ”I confirmed Robert’s “agreement” with Julie that she was, in fact, available to come in on Saturday to help me finish organizing and labeling the exhibits for our upcoming trial. Yes, the usual crisis rate of time-and-a-half pay applied. “Uh, thanks, Julie. I’m sorry for the short warning, but your coming in Saturday is really saving my ass.” I lingered just a moment longer on the landing, taking her gorgeous body in as if mesmerized by an exquisite painting in an art gallery.“You’re damn. All the same, her joke gave mean idea.**The next day, I stopped by an adult bookstore on theway home. I looked through their selection, and pickedout a good-sized vibrator, a sleeve for it, and –important! – a tube of lubricating jelly. The next timeshe made that particular joke, I planned to be readyfor her.A few days later, the opportunity came. I had justgiven her a hug and suggested we go to bed early. Witha devilish gleam in her eye, she skipped back out ofreach. “I want.