Predictably he shoved the head inside me causing me to cry out loudly. I sniffed deep on the amyl nitrate and held my breath as he f***ed another inch... inside me, I knew there wasn’t enough lube for such a b**st of a cock but I needed to be impaled in agony to satisfy my lust. My chest and head now pounding from the poppers I sank back on him another inch, I was ravenous with desire but could take the pain no more so I pulled him out and spread a whole sachet of lube on his length. I climbed on. I rub, slowly but surely; sliding fingers down the sides of the solid shaft; tracing the familiar outline of the hardness.My cock isn't unusual, I don't think. It's soft over hard, stretchy skin covering a rigid shaft. It's almost flat when I'm on my back, and slightly curved towards my body. Its girth is an unknown. Small enough that I can encircle it with forefinger and thumb, heavy enough that the sleeping one beside me cannot. Slim enough to slide carelessly in my hand, portly to the extent. I thought he was stuck for a minute..." I crawled forward a bit, turning around slightly to the right to avoid him trying to mount me again. I remained there on all fours for a brief moment to catch my breath, and then I looked back only to see Max lapping up remnants of his own cum from the tip of his spent cock. I bowed my head looking between my legs again, watching his semen dripping one drop at a time from my well fucked pussy as I took a moment to reflect upon what had just happened. I. . I have let him know this many times and he agrees... his marriage is strong and even though he compliments me with every email he writes, there is nothing and never will be anything between us and that has never been my intent but it's emails like this one that keep me coming back for more... let me know what you thinkSYeah, that was it. Setting the record straight, I met her years before I got married, and had been definitely smitten on first sight. And then there was something else.