"I like your cock," she squealed. "I'm going to come with you! I'm going to come! That feels sweet! That feels so sweeetttt!"
She'd been lucky. She felt his thick cock growing limp just as she flooded his prick with her juices. He moved back and forth a couple of times but then his wet cock slipped out of her. She breathed a sigh. She wished he had enough to make her come a couple of more times. But Brad was too out of shape, and he was already getting dressed.
"You were pretty damn good," Brad told her. "I like the way you shake your ass!"
She felt tears stinging her eyes as she started to get dressed. She was feeling bad over the way she had acted. She couldn't hide the fact that she had loved his cock. She also couldn't hide the fact that he had made her come.
Even a man like Brad had made her come.
She realized she was getting to be fair game for any horny man in the neighborhood.
CHAPTER THREE
Lynn was late arriving at the party. Lynn hadn't wanted to come at all but John and Trish had convinced her that a party would be good for her. They convinced her that it was time to quit fretting over being an abandoned wife. At their party she could meet new friends, especially men friends. And she could have a good time and shake off her bad mood.
Lynn was wearing her most expensive evening dress since the party was formal. The dress was a long baby blue clinging thing that hugged every curve. The gown dipped low in front so that it looked like her tits would fall out at any minute.
"Lynn, darling," Trish said, as she met her at the door. "I'm so glad you could come."
Trish was a blue-eyed blonde, who wore an evening dress of black knit and no bra. Her tits were small but firm and Lynn could see her big brown nipples underneath the material. Lynn wondered why John strayed when he had something like Trish at home.