Possibly both. Her other hand held some kind of pliable ring to his tip and stretched it over the head of his cock. It contracted and squeezed for a m...oment where her fingers had been gripping him, but then she took hold of it in both hands and guided the pliant hoop all the way down his shaft till it nestled against his tight scrotum. She let it go and the ring clung snugly to the base of his erect tower.“Oh God …” He groaned at the restricting sensation and in realisation of her. My mind keeps going back again and again to that night dancing at the club, and back at the hotel. I can’t seem to stop thinking about it. I can’t concentrate at work. I come out of a meeting at the office and I can’t remember a single thing that was said. I sit at my desk for hours just recalling what we did…what I did,” I admitted. I paused to organize my thought before continuing. I decided that I needed to be completely open and honest with my husband, “and honey, these memories. “Carol, would you come over here and take off my shorts,” I commanded. “I know you want to as bad as I want to take yours off. Come on, I want to feel your hands on my jockeys.”She approached me slyly at first, almost afraid to make contact with me. She reached for the waistband hesitantly and when she made the connection with her fingers, they grasped the top of the band and started pulling it downward. Her eyes were glued to her progress, so when the back slid over my butt and the front. “You're my slut, aren't you? My little ass whore?” “Yes mistress, I am yourslut, fuck me harder!” “You want it?” “Yes!” “Harder?!” “Yes, please fuck me harder!” Her arms werenow planted on either side of me to give herself better leverage as she slammed into me even harder.My eyes rolled back into my head as I was completely consumed in a haze of lust. There was nocognoscente thought, only a****l instinct and pleasure. I became aware of her own grunting andmoaning as she plowed into me, words.