His muscles are a turn-on. I dig my nails into his back a little and start moving my pelvis up and down matching his movements.“Mmmm….That’s it......you love getting fucked, don’t you Brittany?” After a little more, he stops and pulls his dick out. I look down at it and see I’ve creamed all over the shaft. “Turn over, get on your knees” he commands.I comply nervously. I’ve never had sex from behind before. “Spread your knees a little” he tells me, guiding me with his hands.“God damn you have. It only felt right if I tell them that there will be three of us.I felt very cocky and flexing type of guy when I said that. The hotel receptionist agreed but spiked the rate of the room. I paid Rs. 7600/- that day, but it was worth considering what I was about to experience.Finally, the day arrived. I called my girlfriend, and she said, “I will be arriving at the hotel at 12:00 PM with Priya.” I shaved my genitals neat and clean, trimmed my beard, and dressed like a gentleman. All three of us. She was thirty-five, slim and attractive, with decent 34B boobs, a single parent who worked shifts in the local supermarket, and had no idea at all of what a sixteen-year-old boy would want.And now there were only two days left before his birthday. Not even enough time to order something from online. In desperation, she posted the question on her Facebook page, something she knew Adam never looked at, he preferred Twitter nowadays and never went on facebook anymore."What would a. That was the beginning. Then days passed. There came their wedding anniversary. My brother was abroad. We had the home to ourselves as my mom was on a business trip. In the morning, we both took leave.Then as I woke up I came to the kitchen. I saw her working with her apron. I hugged her from behind. I wished her and told her to get nude with nothing but just the apron. I made her sit on the kitchen counter, put some honey on her boobs and started to suck them.I lowered myself to her wet pussy.