Either her imagination was incredibly fertile or the coke had made her immune to untruths. I don’t know if it was the euphoria of her sexual activit..., the tequila in her pussy or he snorting of cocaine, but she seemed blissfully unaware of the things she was revealing!We both got out of the car, into our home and somehow made our way into the bedroom, with my wife still narrating erotic sexual passages of her most recent activities.She removed her waistcoat and tight leather mini skirt.. Then the husband shouted at me "Do ya want to spunk in her with me?" She obviously liked the sound of that because we got told in no uncertain terms to 'fill my cunt with your cum'!I hope to fuck their neighbours didn't hear what went on! Me and the husband were giving each other a running commentary on how close we were to cumming as she encouraged us to flood her cunt, all the while as the bed squeaked under us.I felt the husband cum and it felt like a pulse against my cock as he spunked up. His second conquest was my left breast; which he sucked through the fabric of my sheer pink blouse until I was gasping and the nipple pearled. Only after he was satisfied with how the nipple reacted did he move to my right breast, nipping the fleshy part between his teeth emanating a groan from my mouth. “So you like it rough!” it wasn’t a question.I only nodded and before I knew it I was on my stomach, and he had his nightstick in his hand.“You will say ‘I need this correction’ after each. The park I had been avoiding for two weeks. The girl I'd been avoiding. Her smile was mysterious, like the Mona Lisa's. Her accent was impossible to place, sort of French with a little British and maybe a little Swedish intonation. She smelled of fresh cut grass and flowers. "You don't like the other part of the park any more?" I blushed crimson. I'd felt too guilty to go back after that day. That night, I had been disappointed by my husband for the first time. I'd spent the next few weeks.