I sat down next to her. Our kissing became more passionate. “Fuck me, now, here on the floor,” she whispered. She had never liked me to us...e the f-word and always resisted me fucking her anywhere but on the bed. We sat up on the floor. I started to get up to get a condom (we used them, very successfully, for birth control) but she said, “No, fuck me now. Fuck me you horny stud. I want your naked and hot cock in me now.” She was almost shouting but in the hungry sexual way. In her words, I was boring, especially in bed.I’m sorry I wasn’t raised by prostitutes, trained in every nuance of lovemaking. Ok, ok, so I’m not the most romantic, passionate man alive. I do care, again my wife, says I am so far from a romantic I am just plain pitiful.I mean come on, I work my ass off to make sure we can live a good life. At the end of the day love, beyond a kiss and a hug, goes past my endurance. I even started at the gym to try and build that up, no dice.So. Pulling out I told her to get on her knees, Alice did as I asked and supported herself on her arms, her pussy starred me in the face, as I buried my face into her pussy lapping her juices making her moan and gasp, my tongue drove deep into her searching for all the sweet juices she had to offer, my face coated in her cunt cream I sat back up and guided my cock in deep, gripping her hips I started to fuck her slowly at first before increasing the pace, her tits swayed back and forth as I fucked. “Wow, you really are something special Anne, love that glorious ass,” he mutters as he undoes the zip on his jeans and slowly slides out a huge erection, teases it with a fingertip, then lets his jeans drop to the floor.“This is for both of you, did Jon tell you I am ten inches?,” he asks as Jon slides his his jeans to the floor to show us his eight-inch erection.As if by a previous tacit arrangement both men slide identical silver cock rings all the way up their erections.“Like watching that.