’ She gasps softly. ‘The wife. Oh no. Well, you’d better hurry then. I don’t want to compromise your artistic integrity. I just want to fuck y...u, okay?’ He nods sagely. ‘So it’s just physical. No attachment whatsoever.’ She holds out her hand to shake his ‘It’s a deal.’ He holds out his hand to shake hers, grasping it and stepping closer, pulling her off balance and onto his chest, tipped forward on the table. His hand slides under her skirt and his fingers stroke along the outside of her. Brooke and I had just returned from the grocery store, having bought everything possibly necessary for a Fourth of July bash. Chips, pretzels (yes, pretzels), sodas, and even a few drinks. My parents still knew that Rachel and I didn't drink, but that we needed it for everyone else who would be there. So they agreed to let us supply a little bit.We bought streamers, little flags, fun table cloths for the tables around the pool where we would be putting the food or whatever. It was going to look. I mouthed her neck and murmured encouragement, saying ‘Cum for me! Cum on, baby!’ Her cunt became less regular in its spasms, and I alternated short brief strokes with slower, firmer, and more probing finger jabs. My middle knuckle was drawing her pussy lips in and out. What a tremendous success! Her legs started to wobble and her cum flowed as she shook in my arms. I kept pace with her, guessing when she was peaking, so that I could intensify my efforts slightly. And when she started to relax. When we played he seldom spoke unless I asked him a question or told him to say something, I grabbed his cock and pulled him into my room. "You've been a good boy and you're going to get you're reward."Sitting on my bed I spread my legs wide. "Kneel." He dropped in front on me. I leaned over and kissed one cheek then slapped the other as hard as I could. I really only did to see what he'd do, which turned out to be nothing at all. He looked shocked and a little scared, but more scared of making.