I want more sir..." I was losing my mind to the feeling building up inside of me as he added a third finger. Harder and harder he fucked me. He let g...o of my hair only to move his hand to my throat. He pulled me against him and continued his assault on my aching hole. "I want you to beg me to make you cum," he whispered through clenched in my ear. "Please sir... make me cum... I want to cum for you..." I was ready, I wasn't going to hold off much longer and I'm sure he knew it. It was almost. The same is true of the guy. The started talking to one another and it is obvious they wanted to cum at the same time. I was doing everything a sissy slut could do to help that happen. And then it did. The guy started grunting, deep male grunts and that must have been a sign for the woman to bring herself off. She put her fingers down to her pussy to speed things along. And sure enough, they came together, both screaming and laughing at the same time. I wanted to cum so bad, but could not. Since being married, our lives had gone through a wave of journeys. Careers and kids seemed to take up a vast majority of our time early on, and as we had gotten older there were even more complicated issues to deal with. We spent less time together, and the intimacy we once had between us began to erode. When we did make love it had become extremely predictable and boring, and like a lot of other couples out there we were in desperate need of something new. I found myself searching for. "Hope that McDonalds hasn'tspoiled your appetite!" If only he knew...I immerse myself in the football in my magazine and on the television forthe next few hours until our pizzas arrive. Dad throws me the 12 inchwide dish which I tuck into, predictably feeling sicker and sicker withevery bite."Dammit, I ordered potato wedges as well," dad says when he sits down todiscover his side missing. Another knock at the door makes the older mansmile as I choke down slice after slice of the fatty.