Of course, knowing her, she was giving as well as she got. Village sex I could feel the excitement building. I could hear her crying and groaning, “Ugh, ugh, ugh, fuck, ugh, harder, fuck me harder Brad. “So, who ya gonna call?” I asked as I cradled the phone between my ear and shoulder, not touching my dick as I let it thrum and vibrate to her voice. “Buuutt,” she paused for second, then continued, “honey, we still feel like partyin’ and, so…” She drifted off, baiting me to finish it for her. Well, so was Deena tonight. I could hear the slap of naked flesh and the rhythmic moan of someone getting royally screwed—it was my beautiful wife who was now, for the first time, going to get fucked for real rather than just in my mind. They met at the bar tonight and she didn’ want to say goodbye—he’s really cute, kind of afro-asian, I think.
