My stomach lay flat on the cool granite and my ass was in the air. His hard body was pushed against me. I heard him undoing his belt with a clang, and... immediately felt my arms being held behind my back. My wrists were greeted with the smooth leather. He pulled it tighter and tighter behind my back, I wondered if my wrists would be indented once he took the belt off. His hand came down on my left butt cheek once, and I yelped both from arousal and the pain. Another crack on the same spot, I. I loved my husband to death. And right that second, I wanted Ron more, a lot more. So much that I would have done anything for him, and his cock. I felt out of control when with Ron, and yet so very safe when he was screwing me. It was like nothing else mattered. As he climbed off of me, and left me laying there, I had a few tears leaking from my eyes. I looked up at him over my shoulder, as I rose to my own hands and knees, my skirt still flipped up, and his cum starting to leak from me.. A small strings quintuplet plays in harmony, contemporaries, and classical as though they were written in the same era. There is a thick body of celebration in the ambiance of the room, absorbing into the lights, and the sounds, the gentle murmur of the people as they dance across the ballroom floor, twirling, dipping and Waltzing in this, a black tie affair. The men are dressed traditionally, though there are a few set apart from the penguins. Mostly it is young men and old men alike, dressed. A man she admired, who had a good heart, whose innocence was something that fed her passions. A man she'd always be glad to welcome into her arms at the end of the day.Can she be blamed so harshly for looking at me as a possible donor of the seed that would fulfill her dreams?That night, as I felt her warm, naked body slide between the sheets of her bed, and press against mine, she was feeling that ... maybe ... her dream was back within reach. She wasn't a predator. She wasn't being mercenary.