. ." I started to ask. "I DON'T want another husband! I DO want someone to fuck me! And I picked you since, well, I thought you could get it up more t...han once a night and you looked like you could use a little pussy! No offense to your dear Krista."I stared at her body so beautifully tanned and wickedly displayed as she sat Indian-style on my couch. As I stared, her nipples seemed to stiffen even more. Angie reached over and began to fondle my balls and growing member. She was smiling, "Do we. As she neared some rocks where the waves crashed she was momentarily startled when a figure, in swimming trunks and tee shirt, stepped out and made his way toward her. It took a moment for recognition to set in in the near darkness."Michael? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be studying, or partying, or," she chuckled, "out charming more women out of their panties?" I guess — no, I know I deserved that," he laughed. "Actually I'm here because I was told you often walk here on Friday. Silky. Smooth. Soft. Her pussy needed my attention and I told her that too. She laughed and giggled. But it was true. I played and played with it. I enjoyed the softness. It was wet. It was inviting. I wish I was inside it. I wish I was consumed by its… Its… Its greatness. I continued licking it. And she had her third orgasm because of my actions. I felt manly now. Even though I knew better, I still felt more manly then I’d ever felt. “Marry me” she said. “Do this every night for the rest of. We have been making love all day but this time it feels different, almost forbidden. The office furniture, the bright lights all combining to make this episode erotic and sexual. I want to tease you more but the passion and desire and pure lust takes over as I grab your hips and move again and again inside you. You continue to rock back against every thrust. We have made love enough times today that we have found our rhythm together and this position is no different. With every push forward.