Let’s just say I did a much better job of behaving like the woman I fear my husband straying with than I ever thought I was capable of. More importa...ntly, there’s nothing to give me away, or rather to give my dirty little secret away. If Algernon grunted when he came, I was screaming loud enough to drown him out, and at the end, when I only had eyes for my secret admirer, I was obviously so out of it that it just looks as if I’m incapable of concentrating on the camera.I e-mail John, just typing. “I do want more. Ready?”With this I started to slowly move up and down taking a centimetre at a time, easing this massive cock deeper and deeper, my hands, arms and legs supporting my weight as I felt my arse stretch to accommodate this well lubricated tool. The feeling was slightly painful, but intense, and very very pleasurable, every vein on his cock was triggering feelings of wanting to be fucked hard by my new friend. Slowly, over 15 minutes or so, I had got to a stage where my strokes up. Her fingers were squeezing her nipples and I could see them swell slightly and harden. My hot blood poured into my groin and I could feel my manhood swell rapidly under my hand. With no control my hand closed over my tented pants and slowly rubbed. Her skirt was now up around her waist and her fingers had slipped under her panties and were rubbing up and down her wet slit... Without knowing it my hand unzipped my pants and slipped inside to fondle my hard shaft that felt ready to. I slipped it behind her and untied the bikini top. Her large breasts bounced as they were freed from their prison. "Yes", I said after a moment. "No doubt an audience feels the same way when you're on stage."She blushed a little at my compliment. "That's very kind of you. Oh!" My hand had slipped down to give her buttocks a friendly pat."You don't mind?", I asked. One finger circled the base of her spine."Oh, not at all", she assured me. "That would be silly, wouldn't it?" Some people might not.