Five minutes later the hallway door opened, with our wives entering, wearing various colors and types of lingerie.My wife was the first to enter, bein... the newest member, and the other new wives, and then the most experienced.My wife was claimed by her new would-be lover closest to the door, a 6'1" well-hung guy with about 10-11" of black meat hanging between his legs. They walked hand-in-hand into the room. They talked while smiling at each other, his hands running first over her arms, then. So, coming to the story, there is an aunty living next door. She is around 48 yrs old, and very close to my mom and me. We used to be friendly with each other. She was a housewife, and after finishing all her daily chores, she used to come to our home and gossip with my mom. But she was a good lady from nature, i loved talking to her. But how to avoid the way she looked.My goodness, i am not saying that she was damn beautiful or gorgeous or something. But, the way she was, it impressed me. She. “Just gonna stroke this.” Abigail stated, slowly sliding both her hands along the massive girth. “So no funny business.” Titan groaned, panting hard as he felt the delicate hands work along every inch of the thick, throbbing, hot cock. Abigail could barely handle the overwhelming smell. Despite the musky smell, she continued on; jerking the bull at a greater speed. The bull’s massive cock dripped heavy globs of pre cum, smacking against Abigail ’s bare, sizable chest. This only added to the. I went home, and my boyfriend was still snoring like a rabid dog.I just grinned.So the rest of the month went like this, Tuesdays was me being fucked after work by him, me on my knees with oozes of cum dribbling to the floor, from my gaping pussy.Tuesdays soon became, no knickers Tuesday, and then Thursdays became Motel fuck night. Until Saturdays, became fantasy Saturdays, at a place of his choosing.Tuesdays, also became no knickers Tuesdays for me.By now I knew he was married, hence Thursdays.