. She took my hand in hers and said lets get our tickets to ride.We tried sex in a lot of various places and when i looked down at her petite bod and ...saw her plump pink nipples hardening under her braless t-shirt,I knew what she had in mind.We bought our tickets and waited in line as the sweet scent of cotton candy and carnival treats wafted through the still summer air.We were now at the front of the line and entered our favorite ride at the carnival "The Zipper" a ride with small cages that. I didn’t really need more encouragement – I drew his rigid pole into my mouth and began sucking, bobbing my head up and down on his staff and using my tongue to stimulate the ridge just below the tip.With his head leaning against the back of the couch and his eyes closed, he seemed to really be enjoying the blowjob, pushing with his hand in my hair and rocking his hips in rhythm with the motion of my mouth on his dick.It wasn’t long before he pulled his engorged cock from my mouth and pulled me. "I didn't fight her urge, I admit. Do you honestly think she can meet one of us every six weeks and keep it from Steve? Perhaps the more important question is should she keep it from him? She's cheating, David. Sneaking around behind her husband's back. Cheating, lying, deceiving, breaking her marriage vows. And because we wanted her just as much as she wanted us, we caved in to her urges, helped her cheat, and that makes us just as guilty as she." If you're feeling guilty, back away from both. “That's it. He's a man.” She snatched at his words, chucking them back in fury.Regretting his word choice, he said, “No. He's talented. I expect him to perform well.”Her rage peaked. “Why won't you explain your decision to me? Why are you being a total cunt?” she yelled. The second it escaped her mouth, her shoulders collapsed. She'd crossed the line. Deflated and shocked by her words, she stood stock still and fell silent.He stared at her, saying nothing.“I'm sorry,” she whispered. “I can't.