But I was driven to progress and I needed her onside. She was reluctant to at first, but as she leaned over me, looking at the computer, her eyes wide...ned and her attention was mine. Before long she had ousted me from my chair and was browsing her would-be lovers at her own leisure. 'If we're going to do this again I will choose,' she stated as she scrolled down the page. Who was I to argue? My cock murmured at the very thought of her interest. I was happy. In the following few weeks, we cracked. Just then a hand on her shoulder made her jump and turn around.“Libby!” she exclaimed, “What are you doing here?”“Watching you seduce my husband!” her friend laughed, “I just saw you two kiss and squeeze each other, so when are you both getting together to do the dirty deed, then?”“Oh, Lib, your hunk Henry was just giving a kiss on the cheek as old friends, there will be no getting together. He just doesn’t want to make love to me or, he made it perfectly clear, any other woman than you,. When we got there it was quite we went in sad down and he said what would you like she smiled and pulled out a picture more like a symbol he said ok take a seat and ill draw it on for you so he did anyway I was watching her and she was having a good look at his crotch area and then winked at me I got the message alright so halfway through this tattoo he says whats this symbol mean then she says its the symbol of cuckold his face just grinned he said you two into that sort of thing she replied. She slipped her arm down to grasp my prick in the palm of her hand, pulling me towards her welcoming cunt. I hesitated, not wanting to force myself on her, preferring instead to let her bask in the afterglow of her arousal. But she was insistent, and she was used to getting her way. ‘I want you,’ she said. ‘I want you to fuck me.’ She punctuated her demand by wrapping her legs around me, pulling me inside her in one smooth movement. I collapsed onto her body, my cock buried deeply.