"I've made up my mind," Chris stated while we were dressing."Oh? You have?" I wondered what she was on about. "OH! You have! Who? When?" Tonight and J...ohn." John? Why John?" Remember, it's on my conditions." Sorry, John's fine by me."And he was. It was as I've said an old friend of mine who also have become a friend of Chris' and we have spent many nights with him drinking ourselves silly and this night wouldn't be any different except for one, not little, exception, my wife was going to fuck. She didn’t care if anyone caught them, she needed his cum. She needed it now. She began to bounce in rhythm with his stabbing, propelling his cock even deeper into her ass, squeezing it with her rectal muscles tightly. Release was coming; she could feel the tingling from mysterious recesses like never before. He knew he was moments away from orgasm. He truly wanted to throw her to the floor of the bus, grab her hips and just hammer his cock further into her ass. The tingles began at the edges. We was going along talking about the way thing was going for her , she and her boyfriend had split up ,she had moved in with a girlfriend for a few weeks, and had only just got the keys for her new flat. I was pleased for her , we pulled into my road and she asked if I could help her on Saturday to get her stuff from her girlfriends and move it back to her place, yes I replied I got out of the car she smiled and said , you have a cute bum I just laughed and said goodnight.Saturday soon came. Suddenly the mood changed. With her emotions aching with the void and angry at the same time, Alan smoothly moved in to domineering mode. She was unable to put up her usual defenses and fell into a subjugated state. She was just letting things happen, not too unlike following a romantic “script”.But there were no romantic intentions here. Alan gave orders, she followed them. She stood up and still as he undressed her. No protest; no reactions. He led her, compliant, to his bedroom. She knew.