" How did he not see you?" I don't know. I haven't done this before. Until now, it's just been theory. Maybe it was because he wasn't with you when I ...came over. I really don't know." Chantal considered that and then had an idea. "I suppose you are real? You're not just in my imagination and that's why he didn't see?"Michelle's response was to get up and cross the floor to Chantal who rose to her feet. She put her arms around her and hugged. "Does this feel real?" she said with a smile."Yes it. When I did he started slapping my tits. I'd asked him to online, but this was so much more ferocious than I'd expected. And yet I stood it - every slap made my nipples sting and it was so arousing.He slapped my tits, pulled my nipples hard, slapped them again. I could feel my naked pussy getting wet. "Jon - " I said, and he slapped me extra hard."Turn over," he said.I felt a chill run through me, and an equal quiver of expectation. I turned onto my knees and elbows, jutting my pussy up. I watch as her beautiful lips are stretched around my dick as I start humping her face, "Oooohhhhh… that's it baby deep throat your husbands dick,” as I start thrusting myself further into her mouth almost knocking her glasses from her face. She reaches up and pushes them back up. I can hear Katie gagging with every thrust. Her head is banging back against the wall as I’m face fucking her. Katie places her hands on my thighs trying to control my thrusts. I reach down and grab both her hands. "Yeah, how many other stupid cunts do you know?" John threw his coat at the wall. It hit with a loud clap and slid to the floor."I thought she was out of the picture," I said.He laughed and slumped down on the couch. "Yeah, she's out of the picture alright. But first she went and told all the ladies at the bar that I've got some kind of horrible sexually transmitted disease. And they believed her! I was there for an hour trying to convince them I wasn't infectious. I even showed one of them my.