It was so awkward at first. family dinner, sitting next to him on the couch or visiting with him and my hubby and his wife. Meanwhile my mind was alwa...s focused on what we had done. The guilt, the excitement, the longing for more all wrapped up in one.I got into a bad habit of always imagining it was his cock instead of my husbands cock when we fucked. Every time I would cum it was after that thought. Simply put, i wanted it again and i wanted it bad. A few weeks had gone by, my period. I grabbed my backpack and coat and we headed downtown. We walked into the hotel lobby past the staff straight to the elevators like we owned the place. The staff looked us over, but just wished us good evening. I hit the top floor button and we both put on sunglasses. I told Mary Jane to be completely silent so Susan thought I was alone. We stopped outside Susan’s suite and I could see tape on the door jam. We paused at the door both knowing there was no turning back. She was either going to be. How can you define, measure or rationalize a feeling?’ The female voice made me jump. It was light, engaging and definitely pleasant. I didn’t bother looking around to see whom it was, I was being a romantic and didn’t want to pollute the conversation based on a judgment of her appearance. ‘Ahh, but we devise scales to measure everything. We mediate over anger and depression when you can’t ever really know what someone else is thinking, unless you’re psychic. In order to have a discussion. He told me it felt good.After about 10 more seconds I cumed in his ass.He tells me that feels really good. I pull out and lethim lick the rest of the cum off my dick. I was surprisedhe knew to do that. Then after that, I started to makeout with him. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and startedsqueezing his ass again. He didn't know how to frenchkiss but I didn't care. I threw him on the couch and jumpedon top of him. Even though I ejaculated, I still wanted more.About half an hour of kissing, ass.