No.. Noooo. Stop! I looked over at my husband but he had not moved, his expression the same. His hand continued to slowly massage his dick. I looked b...ack at Deacon and he was looking down. I looked down and my breasts were on full display. the only thing the bra was serving to do now was act as a shelf to display my breasts. Again, I turned to Greg; he is seeing me naked, I half yelled, hoping my husband would react. There was no reply from Greg but Deacon's lips were suddenly at my ear again,. I was glad I had splattered her face half an hour previously or I would have cum already. As it was, I knew that this wouldn't be another half hour session. I could tell she was struggling to take all of me deep inside; her pussy would still have enough left for me to empty the tank into her though.Sensing her struggle, I slid out of her and moved my head down to her cunt, gently lapping at her clit and slipping a single finger in and out of her hole. I could see her hands gripping the bed. The second time the subject came up (a few months later), I made a vow to myself to throw caution to the wind and make it through the door of the club, although I had no clue what to expect and I was nervous. The club that we went to was more a bar and movie theater than a dance club, but if there was an itch to satisfy, it could probably be accomplished there. There were 4 movie theaters (1 for couples [locked entry, you had to have a key to get in], 2 co-ed, and 1 gay male), a bar area with. It was very dark on an unpaved unlit road when I noticed a stranded motorist off to the side. I pulled over to give some aid. As I approach the motorist I noticed it was the woman from the club. She had a flat tire. Anyway, it was deflated. After replacing it I was in the process of putting the trunk back in order when someone with impressive strength grabbed me from behind and held me down while she pressed what turned out to be a rag filled with c********* over my face. When I next woke up I.