Oh, honey! It’s not like that.”“Before I answer, do you really want to know?”“Okay. Three or four times...”“Let me finish. Three or four...times a day.”“...”“I really don’t know why this is so upsetting to you.”“Yeah - I wasn’t in the mood. But for Glenn ... oh, honey. You just don’t understand. For Glenn, I’m always in the mood. He makes me feel so wanted. He makes me feel so sexy. He makes me ... god, he makes me feel like a woman.”“I didn’t say that.”“It doesn’t matter if I was thinking it, I. I fucked my wife so good, and all the time thinking of Cindy. I cum hard, my cock shooting long ropes of cum onto my wife’s belly. It didn't help. I still had that mental image stroking my libido and my urges became so strong that after dinner I went upstairs and masturbated into the bathroom sink.The next day as soon as Cindy was ready to leave I called her into my office. She walked in already crying as she was sure I was giving her the ax, I told her to relax I hadn't called her in for that.. I wanted to begin my journey immediately but in the interest of my own well being I knew I needed some shut eye before proceeding.I grabbed a taxi to the Crown Hilton where my reservations were held and walking up to the counter wearily collected a room key, located the dreary room I was to sleep in and was out like a light. My sleep was so sound that at one point I forgot all about the events of the last couple days and dreamt of home, simpler times and my girl... No wait... Ex girl... I. ”Her cunt twitched and she started fucking deeper into his ass. The sight was driving her insane and she begged Pete to fist her cunt. Pete was taking the discomfort in his ass and pulled his fingers from her cunt and slowly fed his hand into her. He could only manage to get up to his thumb knuckle and when he pushed harder she went crazy on him. She spat as hard as she could aiming at his ass and then pulled one finger out and spread it around. When she thought he was wet enough she shoved two.