She offered to collect my wife, then she explained her husband should be home around 11ish so they would then drop my wife back allowing her to have a...couple of drinks and let her hair down a little.My wife thought she would be in the house with a group of ladies so she didn't wear a bra or knickers, she just slipped a tight basic bodycon dress on expecting the stretchy material to make it easy to get on and off, and because it was tight the lack of knickers and a bra would make the dress look. Brenda's fortieth is next week and she is taking it hard. You know, "I'm getting old. I'm not desirable anymore, yadda, yadda, yadda." I think a little booze and a determined effort by someone who tells her how sexy and desirable she is will do the trick."To make a long story a little shorter I agreed to try and get Brenda in the sack on the night of her fortieth.Now this was going to make for an interesting situation. Two years ago I did what can probably be considered a bad thing - I screwed. My left foot was slowlylifted up, and slid into the shoe, and she started to buckle it up. Iscreamed as loud as I could into my gag, the pain only increasing asshe buckled it up tighter, forcing my foot into the pins. Then shelet go of my foot and I tried to keep it off the ground, but it wasin vain. She pulled my right foot and I had to put my left down, withthe full weight on it. The pain was like nothing I had ever feltbefore. Then she let go of my right foot and it joined my left. Fuck, fuck, fuck – it’s huge.I feel my lips spread wide to accommodate his latest thrust, and at that moment I am his, in total submission. His claws dig now against the top of my legs and his body to continues to thrust forward, not pulling back.I feel him throb inside of me. I feel the pressure of his knot press against my g-spot, I feel his heavy, furry, heat on my back, on my legs, running down my thighs, inside of my fucked lips. And I cum.It builds from my stuffed lips, from my g-spot.