He responded by pressing his hardening shaft against her smooth, firm cheeks, his hand sliding down to cup her large, firm breast, his fingers scissor...ing her nipple as it stiffened in arousal. She reached behind, wrapping her slender fingers around his hard penis. He groaned into her neck, his free hand slipping down to the thong she wore, pulling the thin strand of material from between her cheeks. Feeling the material move to one side she pulled his hardness to her tight opening, lifting her. I came up behind her, determined to get my pussy, and started fucking her again on the beam. That didn't last long, however. I dare anyone who reads this to try balancing that precisely while having sex. It's very hard. I fell off but she somehow stayed on. Then I saw a swing set and told her to get on. Per my instructions, she lay on a swing on her back and wrapped the chains around her legs. She held onto the chains also with her hands. If you can imagine, she had made herself into a triangle. I reached under my legs and started rubbing my wet slit, begging him to use me like the whore that I was."That's not good enough, whore", Victor said, "you have to try harder than that, if you want my hard cock inside you... come on, show me how desperate you are, bitch".I started wiggling my ass for his pleasure, my tits bouncing freely, telling him that I was his white horny whore and that he could do whatever he wanted to me, that I was ready to fuck anyone he wanted, anywhere he fancied,. “That dickhead is a dam fool, and now I’m going to fuck his wife in there marital bed!”That was my cue to get up and get through the kitchen door and get upstairs without a sound, which I did despite the raging hard-on in my trousers. When up there I hid myself in my walk-in wardrobe and waited. Two minutes later they walked in, her leading him in by the cock which her right hand proudly gripped. They stopped right in front of where I hid, I could smell them, and I watched as my wife climbed on.