I don't know what made me do it, but I agreed and the date turned out to be Brett.To make a very long story a little bit shorter, Brett and I spent a ...lot of time together over the next year, I fell in love, proposed, she accepted, and we got married. We moved to a town six hundred miles away from the town where we grew up and started our new life. Never during our marriage did Brett give me any reason to suspect that she had been anything but a faithful wife, so why was I reluctant to take her. But I had another plan. It was almost 12:30. I whispered my plan into her ears. I wanted to take her ass. She was terrified at first, nobody had put it there and she felt it’ll be painful. But I convinced her to do it for me and I’ll try to be as gentle as possible. She agreed.My cock was again a pole after another blowjob and handjob. She was nervous. I assured her and made her bend in doggy. It was a scene to watch her huge ass which itself was enough to turn me on. I borrowed some coconut. It’s made me who I am. And this - stuck in a lift going nowhere - pisses me off.” “You want to touch me because you’re bored?” Marsha rolled her eyes, “Amy, beautiful Amy, seize the moment, live life dangerously. As soon as this lift reaches level one I’m going to a meeting. When it finishes, I’m catching a flight to New York for another one. That’s my life. That’s the pace I live at. So, if you fancy getting intimate with a power hungry, sex-crazed woman in a lift, now’s your chance. Your. She couldn’t handle it. I was being a little more subtle. I blew up the aero mattress, and she laughed hysterically as it blew up. I motioned the kill sign to her, and she finally stopped. I lay down on her bed fully supine, and she cuddled up next to me, giggling. I kissed up and down her arms, on her head, and her stomach. She was crazy ticklish, so she was going insane. I put a finger to her lips to help her crazed mind stop. I had no idea what I was doing.“What are you doing?” She asked.I.