When he saw I didn’t protest, he moved just a little closer and started moving his hands up my leg, up to the knee. He lifted my long skirt and look...d beneath it, and then said “Mmh, nice…” and that’s when I felt uncomfortable again. I had always been told I was too skinny, I didn’t feel confident of my body and didn’t’ like being looked at particularly. Pat had let go of my hands and stroked my arms in a long and soft way. We didn’t say anything; nothing was clear or decided yet. I knew I. Your hand releases its hold on mine and you let out a slight moan. I take that as a sign that maybe I can explore further so I undo the bottom 3 buttons of the shirt and slowly stroke with my hand, from the bottom of your full breasts to the top of your lacy panties.As I am stroking, I notice your shirt has fallen open, you must have been undoing those buttons while I was stroking.My hand ventures further up and cups your breast and I feel the hard nipple. You gasp as I gently take it between. Her movements began to accelerate as she rode me faster. After a few moments, she threw her head back and told me she was going to cum. Her fingers dug into my chest and her legs pressed even tighter against mine. I waited for just the right second and thrust my body into hers and she let out a loud cry screaming “I’m cuuuummmmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg.”Soon her movements slowed and she collapsed on my chest. Leaving my hard cock still buried deep inside her, I could feel her muscles griping me. Mandy and I agreed to keep up the pretence of a happily married couple for the benefit of our friends and neighbours. But it was during the night that things were really put into perspective. I would lie awake in my single bed, listening to the cries of passion and moans of delight coming from the room adjacent to mine. I would close my eyes and recall the image of Victor’s black cock. The large specimen that had been etched into my mind the day I caught my wife gobbling on it as though it was.