’ ‘Oh, it will do nicely just the way it is!’ ‘I was going to bring your breakfast right in.’ ‘Don’t bother. Can we eat in the living r...oom?’ Jim turned and picked up the bed tray and made his way out to the sofa and the coffee table. Jessica had to work to stifle her giggles and she watched appreciatively while Jim sashayed and did a ‘bunny dip’ to place the tray on the coffee table next to the Venus De Milo planter. Jessica came and sat on the couch while Jim tied a napkin around her neck and. “Sure, I’d love to show you. It’s actually a lot more decent than we had thought,” I said, as I ushered her along. I actually hummed to myself a bit. I knew enough of her proclivities, and certainly she knew about mine. I thought we looked a right pair, her looking sun kissed and tall, a modest take on the mall queen, and me close-cropped and scruffy, a hipster in her skinny jeans. Conformity and nonconformity make for a sexy yin-yang, I often find.I didn’t bother reminding her of her chicanery. It was nothing like the orgasm I had last night, and I wanted more.A text from Jason landed on my phone and my heart sank as I read it.I bet that guy was pissed. He probably thought he was going to get laid. Good thing he didn’t finger you or something or he would have had blue balls.I never told Jason that he actually did finger me. I was hoping that it would never come up and that I could push the night out of mind. I felt like a whore for violating my husbands trust. Now that things were. She looked up at me and I could tell she was reluctant, not wanting to continue, but I could not stop myself.I pushed my hard cock forward and buried it into her pussy. I started working my shaft in and out and soon her body was pushing back against mine, trying to find a rhythm. Her body wanted it even if she didn’t and I kept up the tempo. She felt so good. Her tight pussy was like a velvet glove on my cock. I felt the familiar feeling of my own release coming and buried my cock deep into her.