As my room door closed behind us our passion took total control as our lips touched. We kissed over and over, my tongue probed every part of her mouth... before I moved my lips to her ears and neck. I lightly nibbled her ear lobes while giving her little kisses to her perfumed scented skin. Her arms went around my my shoulders and she moaned. After tasting and nibbling her over and over I asked if she would like a drink “of course my love” she replied. I poured us each a glass of wine and admired. Cleverly, she brought them to a simultaneous climax. A week later, Rufus went hunting. It was November. The weather was damp and the air richly aromatic, sending the hounds in all directions. Darkness came early and suddenly. Luckily the hounds knew their way back to the castle. Rufus dismounted and entered his castle. There was a blazing fire in the great hall. He pulled off his dirty boots and poured a large cup of wine. Then he went to his room to take his bath. There was a steaming tub. He bucked his hips and when his prick surged deeper I moaned like a cheap whore trying to please her score. I groaned when he grasped my hips and ground his pelvis against my bum. His member is bigger than my husband's and his size always surprised me, among other things.Without delay, Chris began screwing me, long deliberate strokes filling my cunt again and again. Feeling naughty, I opened my eyes and looked across the desk. Finding what I needed, I reached out to use it. Behind me, unaware. He was off guard, so he hit the trailer wall hard, making a loud bang noise."Hold on, man!" He said to me as he knew he wouldn't be a match to me, trying to buy some time."Give me a good reason why shouldn't I strike you down, right here?" I said in a loud tone, fists closed, aimed at his face."Well, I don't think you want your wife to find out what happened." He replied, half mocking me."She wouldn't believe a punk like you!" I stated knowing she wouldn't believe his word over mine."I'm sure.