..” she moaned.“Yesss ... that’s it my little fuckslut, feel my hand playing with your pussy ... making you so wet ... driving you crazy with lu...st and need. Feel how my hand rubs across your fat swollen pussy lips ... rubbing your aching clit. You like my hand on your wet, sloppy cunt, don’t you slut?” he growled softly, tormenting her with his words as well as his caress.Yes, Sirrr ... Please, please fuck me now ... you’re driving me crazy! Please, I beg you, Sir, please fuck my cunt with your. That only came to light about six months after our divorce. I'd met the guy she was fucking, too, but I didn't know it. He was a slightly younger black guy by the name of Duane, who worked in the shipping-receiving department where my wife worked; and though I maybe should have been angry about that...strangely enough, I wasn't! In fact, rather than angry, I found myself very sexually aroused by it!Our marriage was over. I didn't try and fool myself into thinking it wasn't, and yet, in spite of. I was about to say I had not ordered another drink when she gesturedacross the room. "The lady there would like to know if she can joinyou?". I looked and it was the first woman I had noticed.I glanced at the waitress, she was wearing a T-shirt with the bar logo,knotted just under her breasts, and a mini-skirt that also had an obviouslump underneath it. The waitress too? I was too baffled to say anythingso I just nodded.The waitress signalled the other woman, was that even the right term?She. I then told them I wanted to take some other pics so Linda reluctantly let go of his cock. I told them to get on the bed, and for Linda to get on her knees and Mike to kneel behind her. I told Mike to point his cock at her ass as if he was about to fuck her. Mike did just as I said but I told him his cock needed to be closer to her ass. Mike proceeded to lay his cock on her ass as I took more pics of the two of them, by now Linda was super horny; she had that glazed look on her face that only.