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This happened many years ago, and was the first of my Japanese wife's
post-marriage adventures.
Rev. Adam Hayes was the Methodist minister in our community. We lived
in a fairly new development in the suburban sprawl of Honolulu, on the
crowded island of Oahu. Just about everyone on our street pitched in
to clean up the one lot left vacant by the developers. The lot had
collected junk and broken glass, and was not only an eyesore, but
dangerous, especially to the many kids on our street. Even though my
wife and I didn't have any of our own we helped pick up trash, cut
down weeds, and plant grass. The project took two weekends, and when
it was over, we had sort of a block party to celebrate. There was
food, beer, even music. Quite a few people were dancing, and it really
didn't concern me when I saw Adam Hayes dancing a slow dance with my
wife, even though the Rev. was one of several men in the neighborhood
who would stare voraciously at my wife's tits if they thought I wasn't
looking. We had gone to his church a couple of times, but My wife
didn't want to continue, although she didn't tell me why until later.
 
I must admit that my wife was a tempting target. She was wearing one
of her cut-off T-shirts, so that her breasts were open from below, and
more than one of the guys took the opportunity to pull a weed at the
moment he could get a view from underneath of My wife's tits. She was
wearing one of those wispy bras that let her breathe, so her tits were
really unrestrained, and rolling languidly under the fabric of her
shirt. Because she really doesn't need any support, she wears a light
bra or no bra most of the time. Not only does this allow her beautiful
tits to bounce, it also makes it very obvious when she's turned on.
I noticed that my wife was speaking somewhat intensely to the Rev.
while they were dancing. As they turned, I saw that Hayes' right hand
was completely under my wife's shirt, and I could see that he was
squeezing and kneading her left tit. I was shocked, indignant, and
turned-on, all at the same time. Probably my anger was what showed on
my face, because when Hayes saw my stare he turned beet-red, pulled
his hand out like it was on fire, excused himself, and practically ran
home.
My wife told me later, in her first version of the story,  that as
soon as they started dancing, the Rev. had grabbed her tit. He had not
been rough, but had gently removed the breast from the bra, so that he
could roll his fingers back and forth over her nipple, as well as
grasp the globe from below, to feel its weight, and just press his
hand into that smooth solid softness. He was pleading with my wife
that he had wanted to touch her for so long, could she please just let
him feel her a little longer. She said that she felt sorry for him,
and had decided not to make a scene. Besides, his rolling her nipple
felt good. When my wife's nipples get hard, they stick out about half
an inch, and they're about the thickness of one of those fat pencil
erasers. My wife said that she told Hayes to stop moving his hand so
much, so he wedged her nipple at the junction between his third and
fourth fingers and contented himself with gentle squeezing. I couldn't
help noticing, as Adam made his exit, the two hard bumps on my wife's
shirt.
My wife admitted she was "a little" turned on by what happened, even
though she was embarrassed, because I wasn't the only one who'd
noticed. Soon the story was all over the neighborhood, and about two
months later, the Rev. left for good.  Later My wife confessed more
details about the encounter, and also revealed that it was her second
(or sixth, depending on how you count it)"encounter" with the Rev.
About a year and a half before, in January, I was in California on a
combined business-family trip. At dusk, my wife went out for a run
around the neighborhood. She didn't take her keys because we always
kept a spare under a rock near the front door. What My wife didn't
know was that the day I left, about two days before, I had locked
myself out, used the hidden key and, in a huge rush to make it to the
airport, had dropped the spare in my pocket. So I suppose what
happened was really my fault.
Just after my wife reached the halfway point of her run, the rain
started. A lot of songs have been written about the gentle tropical
rain in Hawaii, and we enjoy the cooling summer showers. In the
winter, however, the rains can really come down, and it was a
torrential downpour that hit right then. My wife had worn only a thin
nylon shirt and shorts, and she was soaked to the skin and shivering
when she reached our house. Within a minute she realized that the
spare was gone, and since she had just gotten home before her run, she
knew that the house was locked up tight. She still ran around to the
back door and checked all the windows and the garage doors, all to no
avail. She ran across the street to see if any of the neighbors we
considered friends were home: none were. As she ran back across the
street, the rain still pouring down, she realized that the thin nylon
was nearly transparent when wet, so that her nipples and bush were
plainly visible, had anyone been around to see them. Partially out of
embarrassment, but mostly because the wind was blowing the rain toward
the front of our house, my wife went around back, shuddering with the
chill.
The Reverend's house at that time was right behind ours. Apparently
the Rev. was in his kitchen when he noticed my wife's predicament.
Without stopping to get his keys, Hayes ran out his back door, which
blew shut behind him. Just as he stepped out into his backyard, the
force of the rainstorm increased. People who have lived in the tropics
understand that Hayes was completely drenched within seconds. Because
he had been just futzing around in the kitchen, he too was wearing
only a pair of thin shorts, without underwear or even a built-in
supporter. Because the rain was coming down in sheets, my wife didn't
even realize that anyone was running towards her, much less recognize
who it was, until the Rev., trying but unable to stop, slid into her.
They grabbed each other for support. Hayes could feel the goosebumps
on my wife's arms and instinctively started to rub them to warm her
up. My wife said that within a few seconds, it seemed like Hayes
started to notice that he could see her nipples, which were really
jutting out from the cold. She said he tried not to let her know he
was looking at first, but when he took a good look at the situation,
he saw that he was rubbing the arms and shoulders of a woman who,
except for some completely transparent material, was essentially nude.
Hayes saw that my wife had caught him looking, and in an embarrassed
way said, "OK! Let's get you inside at my house!"
They started across the yard. Hayes had one arm around my wife's
shoulders, and hers was around his waist. The rain had not let up. If
anything, it was stronger. Just as My wife joked "Lovely night for a
stroll," the Rev. slipped and fell on his back in a muddy puddle. As
my wife looked down on him, they both started to laugh at the
ludicrousness of the situation. My wife held out a hand to help the
Rev. up, but when he got up on one knee, he fell back again, pulling
my wife down on top of him. Hayes put out his hands to catch her, but
he missed her with his left, and the right ended up full of her
fabulous left boob. My wife said it took the Rev a couple of seconds
to realize what he was holding, and he flexed his fingers out of
instinct. When he fully realized that he was holding (and squeezing)
my wife's tit, he looked into her eyes (only a few inches away) and
stammered "Sorry!" My wife said, still laughing  "Excuse me sir, but
your hand is holding my breast."   Hayes extricated his hand,
squeezing it some more in the process, and my wife felt an
unmistakable pressure on her thigh and realized the Rev. was getting a
hard-on. As she got up off of him, she saw that he had in fact a
full-steam raging erection. She could see it because his shorts had
ridden up in the fall and the full set of family jewels was on open
display out of the bottom of the shorts. Hayes' boner, according to my
wife, was a little longer than mine, but maybe not quite as thick.
When they finally got to their feet, it was still flapping in the
breeze. My wife said teasingly "You better put that thing away before
somebody gets hurt." Hayes looked down and said "Oh My God...I'm
sorry, [her name]...it's just..." His voice kind of trailed off, and
he started trying to hide his rod, which wasn't easy. It bulged
against the wet fabric and was clearly visible either left or right.
He tried putting it flat against his belly, and holding it in place
with elastic waistband, but it would slip down unless he put it below
the head. My wife looked down at the big purple upside-down heart,
which loomed a couple inches out of the shorts, and said "That's not
really any better."
Hayes took hold of the waistband on either side of the dong, pulled it
up and over so that at least the flesh wasn't visible, although the
shorts strained against the protrusion, which flopped from side to
side. Given the cold rain, his erection was even more impressive.
 
When they reached the back door of Hayes' house, they realized that
they were locked out of both houses, and they ran quickly around to
the front, only to find it locked too. My wife told me that while they
were checking all the windows and doors of the house, she had to keep
dodging Hayes' protruding pecker. It became sort of a game, with my
wife making a big show of stepping out of the way. Meanwhile the rain,
which had let up a little, started full force again, and the two of
them were getting colder by the minute. Hayes suggested he boost my
wife up over the wall that protected a rear courtyard, after which the
sliding door "might" be open. As Hayes was explaining the plan, again
facing my wife, his dork was jabbing, point first, into her belly. She
looked down, then grasped the end of it gingerly through the fabric
with her fingertips and said, lightly but in a low voice, "I really
think you need to be more careful where you point this thing. We
wouldn't want it to go off accidentally, would we?" shaking it gently
a she spoke. Hayes softly placed the tips of his index fingers on her
protruding nipples and joked back, but also in a low, aroused voice
"Oh yeah? Look who's talking. You've been pointing these beautiful
things at me all night, and I just can't take it any more." My wife
said there was a long moment of silence. She started to change her
grip on the Rev.'s schlong, moving her hand around to grip it, and the
rest of Hayes' fingers were on her, moving outwards, sliding on the
slopes of her boobs away from her nipples, and gently squeezing. Even
in the middle of a rainstorm, the heat was rising. My wife said she
felt almost drugged by pure and sudden lust, when the reality of the
situation struck her suddenly, and she blurted out "OK, Time Out!!!"
Simultaneously, they each pulled their hands back with embarrassment. 
Hayes started to say something, but neither of them said anything for
a while.
 Finally, the Rev. said with a sigh, "OK! Let me see if I can get you
over the wall." As they moved into place, Hayes' boner was again in
the way. My wife held it aside with her hand so that she could step
onto Hayes' interlaced fingers. He boosted her up so she could get her
arms on top of the wall, then he had to push up with both hands on her
butt so she could get all the way over. The rain continued to pour
down and, with the slipperiness and My wife's attempts to get over,
Hayes' left hand slid off her butt into the crack of her ass. Hayes'
thumb was right over her twat, and actually pushed the fabric of her
shorts and panties an inch or so inside. "Sorry!" he said, but
obviously he couldn't remove or get his thumb out of her crack. My
wife was already aroused and she said the pressure felt "wonderful" as
she squirmed around, while she was sure that Hayes was deliberately
pressing his thumb further inside.  Her wiggling on the fulcrum of his
thumb in her cunt continued longer than the effort of getting over the
wall required, but finally she got one leg onto the top, and then she
was over. Out of breath with effort and arousal, my wife whispered to
Hayes through the wall "Usually, Adam, I expect a man to buy me dinner
before I let him get that far!"
 
My wife opened the gate in the wall to let Hayes in, and in he came,
his prong still bouncing from side to side.  His sliding door was
open, and the two cold and dripping refugees tumbled into Hayes'
bedroom. "Dibs on the shower" My wife yelled. Hayes said in an unsure
voice "Oh. I thought that maybe we could... after what's happened...
I'm real cold too? I was thinking ?uh?maybe we could take a shower
together?" My wife was really aroused, she told me, and looked at
Hayes, with his hard-on if anything sticking out even further, and she
was really tempted. However, even though we'd talked in general terms
about the possibility of her fucking someone else, she wasn't sure she
was ready, or that she wanted her first to be the Methodist minister.
Anyway, she said "gee, Adam, you know I'm married, and yes I admit
that you and ?little Adam' look pretty good right now, but I...I guess
I'm pretty sure what would happen if we showered together, and I don't
want to cheat on John." Hayes looked almost like he was about to
cry?"I'm so sorry, [her name], I don't know what came over me.... It's
been so long...I haven't been with anyone since Emmy died...and at
first I was so embarrassed that I couldn't control, you know, my
erection...but then it seemed like you were into it and...I
thought...I guess...look, I'm sorry...let's just forget what
happened...please go first." My wife said she felt really bad right
then. She went over to Hayes, put her hands on his shoulders and said
"Please don't be like that, Adam. The truth is I really was...am
enjoying myself, cold rain, thumb in my crotch and all. And I do find
you really appealing and I know you didn't plan anything...Hell, you
came to my rescue...Look, maybe we can shower together?we're both
really cold and wet...I can't?I don't want to...I mean, we shouldn't
have sex, and as much as I'd like to, I don't think I can take care of
that big problem for you...and it is really a really big one you know,
Adam...." Here she looked him in the eyes, then looked down at his
tumescent organ, which actually twitched..."We'll just have to...
control ourselves." With that she headed for the bathroom.
In the bathroom, my wife let Hayes start the shower. He looked at her
expectantly, so she pulled off her wet top, shorts, and underwear,
pulled the curtain aside, and stepped in. The warm water felt
indescribably good. After spending a few seconds just enjoying the
warmth, my wife called "Not getting cold feet, are you?" Within
seconds, my wife heard Hayes stripping off his shorts. He then stepped
into the shower, facing away from her. When he turned, she could see
that his dick was standing at about forty-five degrees from
horizontal, and was even bigger than it had seemed outside. My wife
said in a low voice  "Mmm...I knew you were a good Samaritan...looks
like you're a big Samaritan too." She laughed, and apologized. She
turned away and got some soap on her hands, and started to soap her
body. They moved around in a half-hearted effort to avoid contact, but
the Reverend's schlong kept poking my wife from the back. Finally she
kind of sighed and turned around to face him. His dick was poking the
vicinity of her belly button and she said "Look, Adam. I feel bad that
I've gotten you so worked up, and I apologize because I've enjoyed the
attention, and I haven't meant to lead you on, and I didn't want
anything to happen, but?I just feel bad leaving you all frustrated, so
maybe if I just use my hands, If you promise not to tell any-" "I
won't tell anybody!" the Rev. interrupted, "Thank you. It's just that
you're so beautiful and I ?I? I'm sorry I touched you but I just
couldn't-" "SHHHHH" she stopped him, as she soaped up her hands, took
the Rev.'s rod firmly in tow, and started to jack him off with both
hands wrapped around his tool, moving up and down. Hayes just enjoyed
the stimulation at first, and actually started to purr, My wife said,
but he soon noticed her body within easy reach and gently grabbed her
snatch, stuck a couple fingers inside and started massaging her clit.
Within only a few strokes she could feel his meat grow harder and
thicker in her hands, and in well under a minute, the organ started to
pulsate and an impressive amount of thick milky clots spurted into her
hands, belly and chest(and some all the way up into her face). Hayes
let out a subhuman groan as she continued to work all the juice out of
his rod, and he continued his feverish exploration of her wet and
silky pussy.  My wife's belly and tits were covered with jizz. Hayes
started rubbing the water and come around on her tits with his hand,
while keeping his other hand busy in her snatch. He was soon poking
three fingers in and out, while working her little knob with his
thumb. Although his tool started softening after he came, it almost
immediately began to re-harden in my wife's grasp, and she resumed
pumping it up. My wife went to kneel to put her mouth on Hayes' choad,
but he wouldn't let go of her twat. Hayes backed her up against the
shower wall, bent down a little to get the right angle, and rammed his
tool all the way inside her with one almost maniacal stroke, and
immediately commenced fucking her as hard and fast as he could. My
wife started coming almost at once, but even though her knees were
weak, she was pinned standing up against the tiles by the Rev.'s wang
pounding into her, one of his hands rubbing he tit really hard, and
the fury of his assault. My wife said she'd never felt so ravished, it
was like he was trying to make up for two years' celibacy in a few
minutes, working off the frustration and rage he'd built up inside in
a vicious and violent series of thrusts. My wife says she was feeling
light headed from coming so much, but when she felt his spasm and the
gush of his seed in the center of her body, and was shaken violently
by the penis imbedded deep inside her, she screamed as another
thudding orgasm racked her body. My wife said that for several minutes
they stayed in the same position, both just panting with the water
pouring down on them, Hayes still grinding his slab slowly in and out
of her twat. My wife said that as her orgasms subsided, she had a
feeling of panic, coming to grips with what had just occurred.  There
was no more "possibility" of her fucking someone else; she had just
been thoroughly and utterly fucked, by someone not her husband. And
she had enjoyed it.
Finally, My wife said, "I guess we're clean now", and Hayes moved
away, his softening penis sliding free.  They both rinsed off the
remaining bodily fluids and got out of the shower, still somewhat in
shock.  My wife said that while they were toweling off neither one
said anything.  Finally Hayes spoke and said, "My wife I really don't
know to say? I've never had anything like this happen in the in my
life.  I'm not making excuses but?" at that point my wife stopped him
with her finger on his lips and said "Adam, I started it, remember?" 
I suppose it was the touch of my wife's finger, but the towel around
Hayes' waist bulged out and then fell off, revealing a renewed
throbbing red hard-on. Hayes gently kissed my wife on the lips, and
then slowly extricated her body from the towel she'd wound around it,
tossing it aside. They kissed, naked, standing up in the bathroom, and
explored each other's bodies again, this time at a slower, more
deliberate pace. Finally Hayes sat back on the toilet, his boner
sticking straight up in the air. My wife impaled herself slowly, the
rock-hard meat sinking easily into her wet silkiness, until she was
sitting full on his lap, his hard dick buried in its full length in
her cunt. Hayes gently rubbed her nipples and kissed her, and they
stayed in that position, savoring the fusion of their bodies, for
several minutes. My wife started to rock and twist on the flesh pole
skewering her, then she began to rise and fall back down, shuddering
as the hard shaft was forced back inside her. Hayes put his hands
under her butt to help, lifting her several inches, and then dropping
back down on his prong. After a few more minutes, Hayes said, "Let's
go to the bedroom," and my wife assented with an "Mmmmm." They stood
up together, then Hayes carried her, her legs wrapped around his
waist, her arms around his neck, and his schlong still wedged to the
hilt inside her, to his bedroom, where they'd entered the house only
about 45 minutes before. Hayes laid My wife on her back, followed her
down, kissed her, and started stabbing his tool into her, not as hard
as the first time, and not as frenzied, but with a forceful, vigorous
stroke that soon had her moaning with pleasure. As he increased the
speed and intensity of the thump of his body into hers, she grabbed a
pillow to bite down on, lest her shrieks lead the neighbors to call
the cops. He moved her further and further across the bed with his
final strokes so that her head was over the edge of the bed as he
shuddered his climax into her center. They lay there panting for
several minutes. Finally, he rolled off and my wife said, "I'm
showering ALONE this time."
They dressed in a charged but embarrassed silence.  My wife was torn
between the post-coital glow of a glorious fuck and the guilt of
violating her vows, even though we had talked about her doing just
that, in the abstract at least, for hours.  With her thoughts and
feelings confused in the extreme, she found it best to say nothing at
all. She said for the rest of the evening, and even the next morning,
she was really ashamed and conscious of her body, and not in a good
way. My wife called a locksmith and arranged for him to come first
thing in the morning. Hayes offered her the bed, and went to sleep on
the couch. They hardly spoke from the time they finished fucking to
when they slept. The next morning, my wife left before Hayes woke up,
met the locksmith at about 7:15, and was inside our house by 7:30.
 Two days later, I was still gone, and after dinner my wife lit up a
joint to relax, while watching TV. After a while she lit up another
one. In her drug-enhanced state, she became aware of a noise from
outside, and peered through the blinds to see Reverend Hayes
agitatedly talking to himself on the sidewalk outside our house. She
went to the door and called in a loud whisper "Adam! What are you
doing? Come in the house, for Christ's sake!" Hayes was in a fugue of
guilt, remorse, and lust. He was so sorry, he said, but he had to see
her to apologize. He felt so awful about what he did, so terrible that
he'd taken advantage of her. But the worst part, he said was that at
the same time he felt alive for the first time in years. He kept
replaying, over and over, the details of the other night. He felt like
he was going nuts but he couldn't decide if what happened was the
worst thing he'd ever done or the best, most intense sex he'd ever
had, or both. He wanted to stay away and leave her alone but at the
same time he had to see her, just had to?to see her and he knew it was
wrong but he wanted to touch her so much it hurt. My wife had him sit
down on the couch and lit another joint, and gave it to him, saying,
"Take some of this. It'll relax you."  The dope loosening his tongue
even more, Hayes soon laid it all out. Since his wife had died, he'd
led a brittle and sterile existence, putting love and even sex out of
his mind until?My wife had awakened hope in him, hope that his life
could change?having a beautiful woman respond to him, seemingly to
want him as much as he wanted her made him wonder what was possible?
and so he wanted to talk to her, to ask her?. My wife saw where this
was going and tried to head him off. "Look Adam," she said, "We can't
undo what happened. It happened. But I'm not going to leave John
because of it."  "Oh, God, I made you break your vows for nothing!"
Hayes moaned. "I'm evil! You must hate me." "Stop feeling so sorry for
yourself, Adam," My wife replied. "First, you didn't MAKE me do
anything, even though you were pretty?uh?assertive. Second, I don't
hate you, I enjoyed what happened, even though I wasn't expecting it,
and third (here she was improvising, or was about three years ahead of
herself) John and I have the kind of relationship where either of us
can?uh?experiment."
 Hayes perked up "Does that mean we can do it again?" My wife was now
caught in her own exaggeration. "Well, we COULD, but I don't think
it's such a good idea. I mean, we're neighbors, and I really don't
want you to get too serious about us, because there is no us, as far
as the future goes. It's just too messy to start an affair with a
neighbor, and like I said, I'm NOT leaving John." Hayes put his head
down and was silent for several minutes.  Finally he said, without
looking up, "OK, I can accept that. We have no future, but how about
tonight?can I just stay tonight? After that I'll leave you alone. I
promise."
 "Are you actually bargaining to have sex with me, Adam? Is that what
you, an ordained minister, are doing? Am I supposed to haggle and get
a better deal? OK?let me just?say this?ask this?when you say leave me
alone, you mean it absolutely?no phone calls, no furtive looks or
whispers, no walking in front of my house, no touching me in public or
in private, never speaking about the other night or tonight again,
EVER? Is that what you mean?"
 "Uh?I guess so."
 "That's not good enough, Adam. I want your promise that after tonight
you will put me out of your mind and LEAVE?ME?ALONE!"
 "But I can stay tonight?"
 "If you promise, yes."
 My wife said that after they agreed, Hayes was still acting pretty
weird. It was obvious that all he wanted to do was to get her in bed,
but it was like he was afraid to make any overt move before they
actually started. They watched TV for a while, and then finally my
wife said, "OK, let's go." Even then, Hayes just ambled behind her to
the bedroom in silence. They undressed, got in to bed, and my wife
turned out the light, all in silence. My wife actually thought they
might just go to sleep when Hayes reached over, touched her face,
turned her to face him, and kissed her. After that, they were off to
the races. My wife said Hayes, despite his angry near-rape in the
shower, was actually a gentle and considerate, if unspectacular,
lover, although he did fuck her four times that night. After a long
foreplay, featuring oral sex both ways, he fucked her very hard in the
missionary position for about 15 minutes until he came, then, his dick
staying hard, fucked her again, starting in the same position and
ending with her on top and his hands holding her tits, for about 20
minutes. They fell asleep with his dick still inside her. In the
middle of the night, about 3 a.m., he rolled her on her side and,
cupping her breasts in his hands, screwed her gently from behind. In
the morning, she got up before him. She was making pancakes when he
came up behind her, lifted her robe, fingered her until she was wet,
and, after she had turned around and sucked his dick for a while,
fucked her standing up in the kitchen. He ate breakfast and, after
repeating his promise to leave her alone, left. Hayes was true to his
word, up to a point, and left her alone until he saw her cleaning the
vacant lot.
My wife said there was "a little more" to that story. What she meant
by "a little more" is this: during the party my wife went into the
small utility/laundry room behind the garage to get some more garbage
bags. Hayes followed her and shut the door behind him. My wife was
reaching up to the top shelf when he came up behind her, running his
hands up her body to her tits, pushing her shirt and bra up around her
neck. "Just one more," he whispered as he used one hand to pull down
her shorts and panties, leaving her nude between her shoulders and her
ankles. Her bare boobs were overflowing the grasp of his greedy
fingers, as he paid particular attention to her rapidly hardening
nipples. "Adam, NO!" My wife whispered harshly. "You PROMISED!" He was
continuing his attention to her breasts with one hand and with the
other hand was finger-fucking her, kneading her little button. My wife
was afraid of making any noise, since the whole garage was full of
people, only 20 feet or so away, but despite her fear, she was
becoming aroused.  She felt the tip of his tool, slick with pre-cum,
sliding and leaving a trail on her bare ass. At that point her biggest
fear was that someone would come in and see them. "Did you lock the
door?" she asked, which Hayes took as an OK, and whispering "Yes, I
did" even though he hadn't, he moved his hands to her hips and,
tilting them up, poked his swollen pole up into her already wet love
canal. He adjusted his grip back on her tits and started his stroke,
trying to be quiet, but still intense and shaking with excitement and
desire. The noise and music of the party drowned out the liquid sounds
of their lovemaking.  After about five minutes, my wife glanced back
and noticed that the door was unlocked. "Lock the door, Adam," she
whispered. When Hayes pulled out to take care of the door, my wife
kicked her shorts and panties off her ankles, and sat down on the
counter facing him, her legs spread wide apart as Hayes returned. He
took his time, squeezing her boobs and pinching her swollen nipples.
Meanwhile she grabbed his hard tool, already slippery with her juices,
and slid it around her sloppy slit before he made her come by sinking
it hard up to the hilt in her oozing fuckhole. She wrapped her legs
around him and he banged her hard, finishing off in only a few more
minutes, pumping clots of cum deep into her womb. They took a couple
of minutes to get their breath, then using paper towels and the sink,
she cleaned them up, and they left the room separately. Later my wife
asked Hayes to dance, to tell him that he had broken his promise and
she thought he should move, although he would have to decide what he
was going to do. His immediate response was to grab her tit, and that
was the way I caught them a short time later. My wife said although
she couldn't say she didn't enjoy it, she was mad that Hayes had
broken his promise to her, and had told him so, as angrily as she
could with her tit in his hand.
    

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