”The grinds were pressing me into the wall to the point it had to be cracking; waiting for me to burst through.“You wanna go somewhere more privat...e?” Her fingers massaged the back of my neck and my cock was growing past half-mast.“Um shit, yeah,” I replied raising both eye-brows and gulping down the rest of my drink.She grabbed my hand and lead me through the crowd with pre-set navigation; avoiding physical contact with bobbing and weaving that would make a world champion boxer envious. Ned –. We would have spaces that afforded us time to talk easily. The atmosphere would envelop us and the cares of the world would be left outside the door. The waitstaff would be attentive and gracious. Everything would speak of ease. Following dessert, we would be escorted to our suite upstairs. To your surprise, a masseuse of each sex would be waiting for us. They would help us disrobe, taking care not to hurry us, and fold our clothes neatly. They, too, would be gracious and not touch either of us. Sara instinctively knew that his marriage must be on the fritz; she didn’t think he would be coming to her apartment to fuck her once a week otherwise. After a couple months of their weekly trysts Charlie was holding Sara in his arm and her head was resting on his chest when he finally told her what she already knew.“My wife is having an affair,” he said.“So? That’s what you’re doing,” she said.“Well, I mean she was having an affair before I ever came to your club.”“Is that why you’re fucking. "It feels so good, your cock is so huge, it's stretching my ass wide open, pushing so deep inside me. I've never felt anything like this before!" I moaned loudly, meaning every word."Yeah? You love getting your ass fucked by my big black cock, don't you?" He grunted, moving a bit faster."Yes, I do!" I moaned."Say it!" I love getting my ass fucked by your big black cock!!" I screamed. I heard him chuckle in my ear."That's it, that's a good girl. Fuck, I can barely control myself. Can I go.