Eventually Jane climbed on top and straddled me. She grabbed my saliva-soaked cock in her right hand and held it straight up, guiding it into her puss...y. Slowly she lowered herself down onto the full length. There is nothing quite as welcoming as the feeling of the inside of a receptive woman. Jane's pussy was extremely wet, and scorching hot. Her juices instantly coated my shaft, and it was clear that she was in no mood to play around. She moved as if in a sex-fueled trance. Needing desperately. My thoughts went back to the stock market and I wondered what the short-term economic situation would look like. The Fed had reported near-zero growth in the economy, and the federal government was still trying to sort through the savings and loan crisis that had wiped out the FSLIC. The larger concern in my mind was the involvement of the ‘Keating Five’ - Senator Alan Cranston, a Democrat from California; Senator Dennis DeConcini a Democrat from Arizona; Senator, and former astronaut, John. Our sex live is pretty good but in the last couple of years I have neglected her a bit, because it became actually boring to screw her. Because of her conservative upbringing she did not want to give me blow jobs or any other kinky stuff. We are not actually party a****ls and does not drink often. But one night, about two years ago we got drunk together for the first time and man, was that an eye opener. My wife behaved like a slut and I just loved it. I did everything that I have wanted to do. He pressed my torso down from the center of my back with one hand, mashing my breasts into the polished mahogany dining table and pulled my ponytail back with the other. He was intent on riding me. And he wanted me securely positioned for the pistoning to cum.The table creaked with each plunging stroke and as his pace quickened the table moaned as much as I did. My arms splayed across the table top grabbing for the edges. I was ready to cum but he had other thoughts.He pulled out of me.