But I think Mike gets a kick out of knowing hell be fucking your wife, and knowing that you wont be fucking me. How could you do this to me? Easily, h...ney. You convinced me that Im only a whore to you. If Im going to be a whore, I want to be in control, and well paid. I dont need a pimp, certainly not you. But how could you walk through the office having everyone look at you like that? Oh, I knew the humiliation wasnt really mine, dear, but yours. Everyone knows Im your wife. And soon everyone. The cock is going deep into her. She feels as something is rubbing her clit as he pushes deep into her. The man pulls his cock out of her pussy. Joan cried. " Why are you stopping?" " I'm not. Now back on your hands and knees." He orders her. Joan obeyed and got onto her hands and knees. She can feel the man behind her move up to her backside. He grips a hold of her waist and pushes the cock back into her. Joan cried out loud in desire. " Fuck!" " Oh God. I'm so deep inside of you." The man. All was ready. * * * *Isabella stood at the entrance to the Hilton. It was a huge building and she had to crane her neck right back to be able to see the top. She clutched a small overnight bag, just in case. She checked her watch. It was five-to-three. Time to go.She stood demurely in the lift. Thank God it was empty. She hit ‘10’ and the lift started to ascend. She was a little annoyed as the lift paused at the 4th floor. A portly man in his late fifties entered and smiled at her. She. ” I was thinking what am I doing texting her. Anyway the texting increased and the flirting went mad. A few weeks later I was going on a coach holiday and I passed the time by texting her, the next thing I got a photo message off Sharon, (she was always sending photo messages with just text on them) I opened it and there she was lay seductively on the bed in high heel knee boots, black stockings in a corset. Her breasts were showing, had looked huge in the picture she had sent in the beginning.