It was a Friday and I planned to move in on the following Monday, a friend could loan me a station wagon to move my few belongings into my new home.I ...was still living in the apartment I had shared with my ex, but she was away over the weekend, visiting friends and presumably presenting her new boyfriend to them. As always when I am really down, I had no taste for alcohol, ruling out a visit to a pub. Staying home was not appealing, either. I decided to go to a dance club I was frequenting, a. Iwill need to 'spot' her to make the minor adjustments as she sits in the stretch.I push her piles of books further in to her crotch, now that her ankles are higher, so she's more level.As she sits in the stretch, I will move two books from the front and then the back."Are you sure you're okay? Do you want to 'shake it out' first?" No, I'm fine. The whole point it to build muscle memory. Relax." Do you want your water?" Maybe later. Now shut up and hold my hips square."I straddle behind. Sensing my confusion, she said, "Let me show you something."She pulled out her phone and started playing a video. There it was. Me and Scott having sex. I looked at her, and she put her finger to my lips. "No one has to find out. It was pretty hot."She continued, "I want you to do something for me, though. I want you to have sex with my husband. I think he's at least a little bi, and I want to see you with him. Can you do that for me?"She looked so pretty, and as I thought for a few seconds, I. He was grunting and gasping as he finally croaked "I'm coming! Oh fuck I'm coming!" and there followed a roar of delight and possession as he spewed his spunk into my deepest recesses. let out a yelp, “Shit!” and, a nanosecond later, his long engrossed cock gave up its bounty. And jeez did he give it up! I felt the whiplashes as his cock pushed out the wall of my vagina with three, four, five jets of spunk hitting the target, deep inside me, somewhere behind my belly button. Wow! That was good,.