After getting the clue that he was receptive we made our way back to our hotel !Oh, how I remember how she undid his buckle, unzipped his fly and allo...wed him to step out of his pants. I don’t think either of them knew anymore that I was even in the room! In fact I had to pick up Ed’s pants and place them on the sofa as they were dancing all over them. My heart was pounding inside my chest as if it were about to bust! Next thing I recall was Ed’s hand between my wife’s legs as he pushed the. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Donna begged. I kissed her pubic area and slowly worked my way up her tight little body, working my tongue over her nipples as she clenched her fists and beat on my back. Donna was crying, begging for me to put my cock into her flooded pussy. I hovered over her, my arms on either side of her torso, just under her arm pits. My cock pressed against her lower abs. She was in fantastic shape. I was more than ready. Donna spread her legs and I positioned myself for entry. All of it."She was smiling again, expecting me to climb between her legs and fuck her - the usual attempt at BDSM sex we had played with a few times in the past. Nothing more. A 'husband fuck' with a bit more edge than usual. We both knew my edge wasn't as believable as Jordan's had been, but I was getting there, and she was playing her part. I still wondered if her words were anything like the words she used with him, and if it brought back memories of their sessions together. My guess was. He rose to his knees, tugging on her hips to signal that she shouldfollow his lead, and they managed to adopt their new position withouthis cock escaping her buttocks. Now, he knelt behind Lindsay, ratherthan lying behind her, and he would be able to fuck her harder, faster,and deeper, which is exactly what he intended to do.He rocked, jabbing his prick into her ass in quick, short strokes, andher buttocks bounced and trembled before his staccato thrusts. Herdangling breasts swayed briskly.