Sure, she was 40 miles from her station's market, but she was still close enough that people could recognize her. Can't you just imagine it? "Excuse m...e, but could I interrupt that public sex session you're having? I was just wondering if you were Kelly Frost, the weather girl?" Think of the repercussions if something like that happened!Well, this put everything in a brand new light. Now I had a name to go with the face. I had been thinking that maybe I should be satisfied with two amazing sex. He thrust into her ass 45-50 times, never really managing to shove his full length inside, a final inch he couldn’t push in without the help of lube. Then he stopped. This ought to teach her a lesson, he thought. Her shoulders were trembling as she was crying hysterically.“I’m going to let go of your mouth now, but don’t scream. There are four men outside. And, believe me, you don’t want to draw their attention.” He moved his hand away from her mouth. Especially you don’t want Bill or Mike. I cried myself to sleep, lonely in our bed. ---------------------------------- We both went to our jobs the next day. He ignored me in the morning, which was fine. I avoided him. I got home before he did and set out some cold cuts for dinner. I decided against a beer. He showed up later than usual and I smelled whisky. He hadn't had much, I didn’t think. He picked up a slice of ham from the plate and tossed it back. He poured a glass of his favorite bourbon and sat in front of the dead TV. I. Inside I was torn. It was huge turn on to think of Rachel, her hairy pussy splayed open being pumped by a big cock while I was forced to watch. To see her large tits wiggle as she was being pounded from behind. Her generous ass slammed by another man's body as he used and stretched her wet pussy out."If we did something like that, it could ruin our marriage." Her voice brought me out of my reverie."I don't think I could bear you sleeping with someone else." She informed me. "In fact, if I find.