I wasted no time. My right hand was down the back of her tight pants. She was wearing a thong. I pulled the thong tight so it separated her pussy lips... My cock was so hard and it was dripping. We left the place.We drove for about 15 minutes, I was groping her and she loved it. With her one hand on the wheel, she started to use the other to squeeze my cock. She asked me to take it out. I happily obliged. For the last five minutes of the ride she was smearing my pre-cum on the tip of my dick.Once. He breasts still tingled and her core was on fire. Her breath was elusive but her cries got louder. All built and built until she was thrashing and begging, ‘What? What is to come? Make it happen? I can’t stand this anymore?’ She felt something enter her, it was big and hard. She knew what it was but not where it came from. It pounded and pummeled and it felt so darn good. Her eyes still closed she reached out to space, to where he was and begged him to keep going. This was something she never. Yes, yes, ohhhhhh!” The room was filled with her shrieks as she came and came on Brett’s tongue and drenched his face in her love nectar. Lucky bastard I thought, that should have been me.Brett in the meantime had moved up and over Jennifer and was kissing her. As he did so I could see him using one hand to direct his hugely erect cock at my wife’s vagina. When my wife felt what he was doing she said “ no Brett, not that, I can’t let you have me. My marriage vows, please." “Oh come on Jenni,. A place near campus."I knew the place. It was a real wild bar and pickup place. "Did you ... dance?" Yes, a little. Well, a bit actually but it was okay. Nothing happened ... well ... nothing really."She pulled her dress off over her head and then I could see raw red lines from fingers clawing over her body. And I could see something had matted in her well-trimmed pubic hair, the mat thick and pressed down. I turned on the light and gasped as I saw she'd been worked over. I tried to sit up but.