.. and then he really let me have it. I was bent over, he was slamming his hard bare cock deep in my married boicunt... right then, I was this strange...’s bitch. He owned me right then, and if he didn’t decide to pull out at the end, I was going to go home to my wife with my hole full of a stranger’s cum... someone who I didn’t know, didn’t recognize, didn’t have protection for... and didn’t fucking CARE.i started pushing back, and gave up hiding myself, telling him in my own voice to fuck me. John was pumping deeper, with each sway he grabbed my waist with one hand, and fumbled under my dress with the other. He grabbed my cock, and began stoking it in time with his own thrusts. I couldn't believe this was happening. I had only come here for a some one on one sex in my usual clothing, and now here I was being spit roasted in a french maids outfit, I felt like such a slut.Tom came first, his urgent thrust pushing me back onto Johns cock, and filling my mouth with spurt after spurt of. So I'm chilling."Her response shocked me."I can come over, and make good on that promise I'd said earlier. You know."I had to be firm about it, but polite. As much as I hated doing it, and the thought sucked of telling such a hot looking teenage girl no, I didn't have a choice."Thanks Marissa. You're a doll. You really are. But you know I can't take you up on that. As much as I'd like to, you know I can't take you up on anything. It just wouldn't be right."And she shocked me."But Mr. D. I'm not. She looked away, and didn’t respond. I could tell her why, too.“Joyce,” I continued, “would it be fine if I had sex with Melanie?”I waited for her to answer, hoping that an uncomfortable silence would help her to see my point.“No, it wouldn’t,” she said, exasperated. “You know, I hate it when you’re right!”“It does happen from time to time,” I chuckled.“In all seriousness, it’s way more often than not these days, Steve. You aren’t the same shithead you were even a year and a half ago. So where.