. My wife thought she knew everything that was important. But then I obviously did not know everything about her ... I did not know she was a cheating..., lying whore who thought she could ride into the sunset with a scruffy biker and our life savings not so long ago. To her, I guess I was a plain, dull, meal-ticket. I had never considered she might want the 'excitement' of the biker lifestyle. I guess neither of us really knew the other.We met at a party held by mutual friends. I had not been in. Both of us were so aroused that we were literally running to my room eager to continue what we started.As we got into my room we immediately started to strip down, then we fell on a bed both completely nude and continued our make out session. It was so awesome to feel her naked body rubbing against mine. I liked everything, her body, her smell. I felt I just couldn’t get enough of it; I wanted to kiss and leak her from head to toes. And I did. I was exploring her whole body as she was laying on. Her? Our? Story in poetical prose of rhythmic stanzas that will curl a girl's toes. No rings she donned, “I’m a free woman” her song, As she crossed her long shapely legs, And looked at me impishly one table away, I safely went back to my book and read. I felt young eyes staring at me, With self proclaimed liberty, The phantom raising a glass of wine, To make a toast only it can find, So her eyes burned in me. Like an itch you can not scratch, At least not publicly, Not wishing to look but. I rocked back and forward, sliding up and down the length of his shaft. As I did, I felt his fingers tracing around the point where our bodies became one. He ran his fingers around and grasping firmly to my ass. I became aware of a pressure against my other entrance. I pushed my hips back on the way to engulf his cock once more when I felt his finger press slowly into the confines of my ass. Penetrating me there as his cock penetrated my pussy. I moved slowly, savoring the strange feeling of.