She was still on her elbows looking wildly at me as I stretched her pussy with every thrust and still licking her lips in a suggestive way.“Shit Shi...rley, I’m going to come”“Not in me” she shoutedShe hurriedly moved her legs and I pulled out“Squirt it over me”I took hold of my cock and pushed it through my clenched fist, that was enough for the first squirt to pump out; it squirted with force, a thin jet, missing her pussy and suspender belt and landing on her tummy. The next one a little. She is wearing an ankle length black dress with heels. “I need a fuck, a really good, long fuck, I haven’t had one since we arrived here,” she tells me in a cultured, plummy English accent with a huge smile, as her man slides down the zipper at the back of the dress and she lets it fall to her ankles.She is almost naked, breathtakingly so, apart from killer heels, black stockings held up by a matching garter belt and a black cup-less bra. Magnificent, full, firm tits, must be 38D I muse as she. With my knees held wide I looked obscene as my hips rocked up on my fingers, I started squealing, there and then he handed me the cucumber, "Come on Monique give us the complete show, stuff this up your cunt."I didn't need telling twice, I drove the thick green vegetable hard up me and pushed it in out until I screamed in to an orgasm.As soon as I did another load of yoghurt splat over my body and the frenzied tongues attacked me again. As I carried on fucking myself with the green long. This was the nearest I'd got to foreplay in years. "Do you think she'd like to feel my cock?" My husband didn't have time to answer as his friends hand went from my panties to his zip. I heard him lower it then fumble between us and I felt the heat from his naked cock against my belly. I began to struggle again, but again it was useless. My husband had promised that his friend could fuck me and there was nothing I could do about it. His friend took my hand and slid it between us and I knew.