If felt a little odd that I didnt feel like the worst person in the world as I stood speaking to his wife. At around midnight hi wife went to bed and...we stayed up chatting as usual. Although it was different this time, thing felt charged. I wasnt about to do anything as we were in his house with his wife asleep upstairs. As we were standing chatting he reached out his hand and slid it around my neck pushing my hair out of the way, he spent some time rubbing my neck and running his hand up. He began to fuck me then, and there was no other word for it. It was no making love but fucking. I was being fucked, and fucked hard. His cock was pounding down into me with savage force and speed, stabbing into the center of my belly with each hard thrust. His hips pounded against my upturned ass cheeks, slamming me downwards into the bed, and I cried out with each impact, a mixture of pleasure and pain. My guts churned and writhed around his pistoning cock, and my eyes closed as I shuddered. I hurriedly waved goodbye to my mother before jogging over to Miss Davies, who was flicking through a folder."Now Rob, I'm afraid Carlos, who you were going to be staying with, has had to pull out of the exchange at the last minute." Oh, that's a shame" I said politely, whilst in actual fact I was quite looking forward to staying with one of my friends' exchanges. "So, I suppose I'll have to stay with Mark then?" I said hopefully."No, I'm afraid that house is full, but luckily we've managed to. "Doesn't look like you are."She considered this and said, "I just broke up with my girlfriend. It's been a rough night." Oh." At this admission of her sexuality, a dam seemed to break in my soul. It was like having a dream where you're falling and wake up suddenly in a panic."Is that okay with you?" she asked in a tender voice, but not without sarcasm...I don't remember what I replied, but it must have reassured her or else she read something in my face, because she smiled and began to look a.