So we stayed over in his room, he had a single bed, but had a mattress under it (which his girlfriend would sleep on when she stayed over,yer right lo...l..) which he pulled out for us to sleep on, we all got undressed to our undies, then in the pitch dark, she took off her bra. Then as me and her lay there, my hand started to wonder - sliding under her knickers slowly, making my way down in between her legs, my finger parting her labia, seeing if she was wet, she was just a little. I removed my. .I'm gonna be hard for hours." He moved her hand to his crotch and she felt his bulge.He started pulling her t-shirt up. "I know you love it when I cum in you, Theresa. You're a real cum queen."She blushed, raising her arms above her head to help get her shirt off.He removed her glasses and continued, unsnapping her bra: "I also know you like not having any control. Without control you just take anything that happens and it's not your fault, right?"She looked down, blushing furiously, her. "It's alright," Amanda said. "I know what is going on. If your wife is lucky, we might have time for a coffee. You're paying."I managed to drag myself over the road to a coffee shop."I am right, aren't I?" Amanda asked."Right. About what?" I stuttered."I didn't leave. I saw your wife get in the elevator with Greg. What is her name?" Pat," I muttered."And you don't mind your wife fucking my husband?"I tried, but nothing would come out of my mouth."It's alright. Pat isn't the first, and she won't. She thought about that. Could she wait more than a month to feel that again? Not in a million years. Her body was urging her to pull him on top of her again already.“Could you wait that long?” she asked, trying to draw strength from his answer.“I could,” he said, giving her hope, “but I wouldn’t like it.” Her hope dashed as she felt the urge to mate grow even stronger. He wanted her. He wanted her naturally. He wanted his sperm to do what it was created to do ... inside her! She was his chosen.