"I don't believe this," Tricia Miller said. "All you can say is 'so what'??? I tell you that my husband has announced, totally out of the blue, that he wants to stick his prong up my asshole, and you sit there with that Mona Lisa smile saying 'So what?' Doesn't it shock you just a little, Kate? It certainly shocked the hell out of me!"

Kate shrugged. "It's no big deal," she replied. "I've done it a few times. Jesus, I thought everybody had!"

"You?" Tricia said. "Oh, I don't believe that! I can't see you holding still for anything so – 'weird'. You honestly mean to tell me that you and Roger – no!"

"I didn't say it was with 'Roger'," Kate purred, "but yes, we do it once in a while. Actually, it's kinda fun, if you get into it with the right attitude."

Tricia shook her head. She thought she knew Kate Parker, but she was starting to realize that there were some things about her friend that could still surprise her. And she'd just heard one of them. Tricia took another sip of her drink and thought about what had happened in her bedroom, last night, and then this morning…

"Yes, oh God, oh Jesus, yes, fuck me," Tricia moaned, writhing, her sweating body slipping and sliding beneath her husband. Ken was in her cunt deeply, his big cock reaming out the horny tightness of her snug pussy, and she moaned again each time he rammed it hard and fast, banging the bottom of her hot box.

She lifted her knees higher, allowing him to sink even further into her juiced-up, sexed-up cunt, and she whined in delight as his cock hairs scraped like wet sandpaper against the splayed flaps of her pussy. Her clit throbbed, and her juices oozed from the hole, greasing the entry and re-entry of his hard, hot cock.

He was sucking on her tits as he fucked her. She wasn't sure which she liked best, his cock in her pussy or her nipples all stiff and throbbing inside his mouth. His fingers and his teeth sank into the doughy softness of her tits.