The same happened the week after. And the next... At some point, Istopped even noticing if Jessie and Amy were there. When I wasn't there,I tried to c...nvince them to go more often, but when I was dancing, I wasjust glad that I wasn't being interrupted. It wasn't even the dancingthat I enjoyed, it was losing myself to the pounding rhythms that shookmy soul; if I danced, it was only because I couldn't imagine another wayof reacting. People danced with me sometimes. I can't remember who, theywere. “That feels so fucking good. Fuck me, fuck me hard.” “Shut up, Nancy, the neighbors will hear you.” Bill yelled. I could tell by his voice that he didn’t like his wife enjoying another man fucking her even though he’d said they’d been in the “lifestyle” for several years. Maybe she’d never had anyone really take the time to find what she liked and give it to her. Whatever the reason she was hotter than any woman I’d ever had the pleasure to fuck. She pulled my face to hers and licked my lips. I pulled out my cock and began to slowly stroke it. I leaned over her to get a closer look at her body. Her nipples were starting to jut out as her chest heaved up and down and I was so tempted to run my tongue over one of them. But instead, I imagined in my mind reaching out and touching them, licking and sucking them. But I knew I had gone too far already and that would awaken her and make it very awkward. So instead I left it to my imagination and gazed at her naked tits as I wanked my. His green eyes met her brown ones, she noted his pupils were so dilated with lust his irises was almost black. She revelled in the knowledge that this is what she did to him, in her arms he had become a lustful, carnal beast of a man. He growled and caught her nipple between his lips. She almost laughed but he chose that moment to again participate, impaling her, again and again; gaining the upper hand, flaunting his superior strength over her feminine whiles. Finally she shifted, drawing.