Her hair smelled of lilies.She pulled back until her face was just millimetres from mine. She stared into my eyes, looking at the very essence of my b...eing. It felt surreal, as if she were looking past the physical and seeing my soul. Taking her finger from my chin, she gently stroked down the side of my face, her soft fingertips sending shocks of pleasure with every touch. Her hand slid to the back of my head and softly gripped my shaggy, black hair. She pulled me that last short distance. She rocked her tight body over my cock and her huge tits were swaying in the back ground. I sat up and played with her gorgeous jugs. I was bucking my cock up into her pussy. We were fucking right in my bed, with my wife right there. “Mr. Smith I have wanted you forever. Fuck me!” Chelsea rode me hard with her beautiful young cunt, and I bucked into her. She was not making any noises as we fucked. I could not believe this was happening. I just wanted to fuck this bitch all night. Her pussy. Instantly she rolled into a foetal ball and cried. I looked down at her, I suddenly felt lost in her grief, I had made her cry hundreds of time before and laughed about it, but this time it was different somehow. I put my arms around her and cradled her as she wept.Minutes passed and her tears dried, she unrolled and moved back onto her back."I'm sorry," she said, wiping a tear away."What! why are you sorry?" I asked."I know you were just being nice," she sniffed, "and there me being horrible. " She giggles as her hand grabs my erection through my slacks. "This one will satisfy my hunger quite fine I think! I have always wanted to be taken like that, in the kitchen, OH MY!" She steps from her skirt and takes my hand leading me into her bedroom.The covers on the bed are already thrown back. Was she planning this?"Lay on the bed Celeste, please." I take a pillow and place it in the small of her back. Without asking she slides her panties off for me. I spread her legs and view her.