Soft lips opened, her body relaxing in my arms. I held her face, stroked her frizzy hair, and kissed her eyes, mouth, ears, and throat for a while. It... was a blast, this forbidden seduction. As we got into it, my qualms faded away.Her hands roamed my shoulders and chest, my neck and back, squeezing and feeling my powerful male muscles. I opened the top button of her blouse.She just stared at me through her puffy eyes.The second button. She breathed a little deeper, afraid but holding her. It was quite a safe place and crimes, mainly robberies or physical assaults, were rare and, for obvious reasons, rarely reported. But one of the most well known features or, should I say, idiosyncrasies of this park was the fact that women often accompanied men. Some were lesbians looking for other women, but most were ladies who accompanied their friend, brother or father, some even their husband, and stood watching, with some excitement, as the men had sex.Monsieur Henri walked into one of. I needed no more encouragement and slowly pushed against her puckered hole and gently started to slide my cock into her her eyes widened as I eventually got the head of my cock up her arse at that point she thrusted back and my whole cock was now buried right in her arse . Once she relaxed she said it was so nice to have two cocks in her and she was about to come so we both banged her even harder which she loved and shuddered to what she later described as her best orgasm of all time.At this. I am just not going to. I will see you late Monday. Bye, Beck." I love you!" She saidI didn't reply. I could hear a soft crying from her end and then I ended the call. I didn't feel good making her cry. In all our marriage, I had never knowingly made her cry before. It didn't make me feel good about myself at all.I drove toward the park. I stopped and got some bread for the ducks and Agatha. I was just coming up on the bench, when Harry stepped onto the sidewalk a 100 yards from the bench. Some.