”Andrew could hardly hear her. The pain was impossible and he kept screaming and gasping. He fell on his face and let the man thrash away at him. An...d then something unexpected happened. The pain gradually receded, to be replaced by a feeling of passion and satisfaction he had never known. Gradually, imperceptibly, his moans of pain turned into moans of pleasure. His conscious mind seemed separated from the experience, observing the raw a****l take over. Bettina noticed it first.“The slut is. I now knew it certainly wasn’t his skills in bed that made them leave him.He continued to take me missionary style. I had to admit he felt really good between my legs. He couldn’t keep his hands or his mouth off my boobs. He seemed to love the size of them as he kneaded them with his fingers. He sucked my nipples too, making me cum hard.I couldn’t believe a strange man, not my husband, made me cum. He suddenly looked surprised as he tensed up and said where you want me to put it.“In me, Tom,. It got me flushed just thinking of that happening while the wife was handly punishing her own pink-red pussy savagely. Then I would alternate between that scenario and at the prospect of giving him oral servicing to harden him up. Meanwhile my resourceful wifey saved the day again by scoring a willing victim for tonight! At last it was showtime. When we heard the door buzzer, we opened it, introduced ourselves, offered drinks and eventually melted the collective palpable nervousness. In no time. I ran my hand further down her back and met the same mass of curls I had felt before. There was a lot of motion occurring, and my lady's back was curving, pushing backward every second or two. Her breath was ragged, coming in ever-increasing deep gasps. In this inky blackness, all I could do was to visualise what I was feeling. A woman, kneeling behind my own kneeling lady, licking her from stem to stern, bringing orgasm by tongue. Too spent to do any further, I placed one hand on my lady's.