He then bent me over and carried on fucking me until we both came together. This was hot. I felt like a dirty dirty slut. We heard people outside and... they must have heard him fucking us. We waited until we could hear no more voices and he opened the door slowly slamming it shut. I asked what was wrong and he told me my husband was outside. I laughed and he put his finger on his lips. I wondered if he heard me being fucked. I loved it the thought of him next door listening to his wife to. I had decided to take the bull by the horns and ask her outright.“Can I ask you a question Ali?” I asked as she smiled across at me, she nodded her acceptance and I cleared my throat, this would either be a very smart move or the worst decision of my life, I was just finding the right way to put it, here goes“When we met lunchtime at the toilets, had you ever been in those toilets before?” I asked immediately regretting it, I needn’t have worried as without a blink she answered ‘Yes’“Oh” I was. Also came to know that she was divorced. Only then I noticed that she wasn’t as young as her figure showed though not that old too.. I could see she was nearing her 40s but still had a charm.Since she had been working in a supposedly 3rd world country and my English isn’t so bad :), we continued chatting without the usual reservations a British lady might show to an Indian guy. Further she likes Indians and had a pleasant feeling about India due to her short work visit to pune many years ago.. "I want you to fuck me and tear my nasty, little cunt up!" she moaned as her hands pumped his cock. "We'll have nasty night and anything you want, you get! You can fuck my cunt, my ass and my mouth too! In any order you want and I don't care!" Allison moaned louder and bit the side of her son's neck. Jim wasn't sure if Mom was acting, but it sounded fucking real as hell and he could only hope. He stood and pulled her into his arms. "That was nice and I'll be more than happy to do that for you,".