Rachel opened her eyes, to the sound of her annoying alarm clock, buzzing in her ear. Why does 4 a.m. always come so quickly ? As she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, she remember what day it was…. It was Friday and time to finally head out for the first responders league ! Rachel looked forward, to the conference, every year. It was her prison term to be around other responders and it just felt like home. She also didn't mind seeing all of the hot fireman walking around. There was always plenty of eye confect walking around, and Rachel loved to watch the guy rope, practicing their acquisition, in wax turn out gear. Something about it always got her juice going !

This yr was exceptional and Rachel was extremely charge up ! She was FINALLY going to meet David, in person ! Saint David was a fire fighter, from several states away, and had been Rachel's booster for almost a year. They had met online and started a friendly relationship, over their mutual love, of the fire and deliverance service. He had come into her biography, when she was feeling lonely and ignored, by her husband, and swept her off her feet. David knew exactly what Rachel needed, sometimes before she did. He was older than Rachel but looked youthful than his age. He was a rip off god, of tan hide and heftiness, and she drooled over every picture they had exchanged. Rachel was often lost, in erotic daydreams, of him taking her, over and over again. David was her dirty trivial secret, she hid from her hubby, and she often wondered what would happen, when they finally met, in person…..

St. David was just starting to open his eyes, when he heard a phone tintinnabulation, in the distance. As his middle began to focus, he realized it was the hotel phone, adjacent to his bed. Time for his morning wake up claim. He answered the phone and thanked the front desk for waking him, and laid the phone back in its birthplace. Today was going to be a great day and he didn't want to leave out a moment of it ! David had set THREE alarms, on his earphone, AND had asked for the wake-up vociferation. It was a big day ! He was FINALLY going to gather Rachel, his online supporter, in person, and was on edge. It is one affair to talk online, but in person was a totally different story and Jacques Louis David was uneasy. Rachel had become a darling admirer to him, and he didn't want to lose her, but thing had been getting hot between them and he was afraid that he would take her into his limb, the consequence he laid eyes on her ! He had flown into Indiana, two solar day before, to attend the group discussion and sports meeting Rachel. The last two solar day had been torture for him, knowing she was closer than she had ever been, and he still couldn't see her, until today ! David knew Rachel was married, so was he. There was just something about her, she filled holes, oceanic abyss in his psyche, like no other woman ever had.

David loved his wife, very much, but Rachel calls to him, as only a interdict love could. He wanted her, in every way potential, and he was about to meet her, face to face ! He trembled with excitement, as he climbed into the shower. His manpower shook, as he went through his routine of showering, his thinker lost in opinion of Rachel…. motion-picture show of her, flashed through his head, as he soaped and rinsed his trunk. It wasn't long before his mind turned his thoughts erotic…David thought of Rachel's 34 DDD bosom, as he began to rub shampoo into his scalp. Rachel had promised him a hug, when they finally saw each other, and he couldn't supporter but feel his pecker twitching, as he thought of her vast fun purse, pressing into his chest. St. David felt the shampoo bubble run down his thorax and drip off his, now rock heavy, cock. He was unspeakable aware of his, unwanted, hard-on. Jacques Louis David sighed, a heavy sigh, and set to relieving himself. He couldn't have his tool"leaping up"on their first off hug ! He let his mind wonder back to Rachel and her middle, as he sprayed his freight down the exhibitioner drain. Her eyes would be his unfastening, and he knew it !"Godhead, give me enduringness"he said, as he turned off the water and stepped out of the exhibitor. It was sentence to fill his"Kitten ”, as he called her, and he could mean of nothing else !

Rachel took special care, in dressing for the conference. She picked out a Negroid, lacy bra that gave special attention, to her mysterious vale, between her breasts. Not quite a push button up bra, but a very similar effect. It rested low and made the valley between her DDD chest, look like it went on for Admiralty mile. Guy always stared at her pap when she wore it and Rachel smiled, at the mentation of her sexy relief pitcher, staring down at her. St. David is taller than her, and she knew his eyes would be drawn there. She picked out her black, lacy,"boy shorts"step-in, to fit, and slipped them up her milky blank thigh. She knew respectable than to wear thin those scanty today, but couldn't resist the thought of being a little naughty. Those step-in were known to constantly rub across her button, as she moved, and cause Rachel crazy. She knew she would be soaked, before longsighted, but was excited by the thought that no one would ever have it away what was happening under her apparel. Rachel smiled at herself, in the mirror, contentedness with her selection. The rest of her clothes were an tardily decision, being a professional conference. She ***********ed her"class A"dress uniform, from her cupboard. It was a light blue, button up, dress shirt, with all of her section and rank badges, sewn on it. It spoke of her professionalism and her accomplishment as an emergency Medical Technician. She was very majestic of her rank and all that she had accomplished, and her dress uniform was her way to swash. She decided to be a little bit of a tease, and leave the top two clit, undone. At 5 foot tall, most everyone there, would be magniloquent than Rachel, and get a skillful view, of that carefully chosen black bra. It was going to be a corking day, she thought, to herself, as she pulled on her pants. Rachel's drawers were the standard"tech"pants, baggy, with ton of pockets, up and down her smashed, toned legs, and she hated wearing them. She couldn't show off her aphrodisiacal ass, wearing tech pants, but this was about professionalism, she reminded herself, as she buttoned her waist.

Rachel took redundant care while fixing her haircloth and war paint. She decided on pulling her wild head of hair of roll up into a hair clip, on top of her head. It gave the illusion that her fuzz was tame, not the wild mess of curls it actually was. A small spring of curls, poked out of the top of the cartridge clip, and laid along it, cleverly hiding the clip, in her hair. She carefully applied her make-up, making indisputable to only put on the bare essentials. Rachel believed in natural peach, and had plenty of it. She lightly applied a pocket-sized touch of introduction, just enough to conceal the freckles, dotting her face, and set to work on her eyes. Her middle were her trump feature and she loved showing them off. They were the most amazing tincture of blue-blooded, light wild blue yonder, like a beautiful, clear, summer day. They sparkled when she laughed, which Rachel did often, and drew guys in. They had, often, been called"bedroom eyes ”, and Rachel had been known to use them against light men. They had spelled doom, for many men, in her past. She applied a light dusting of dark eyeshadow, on her palpebra. glad with the spare attention it drew to the blue, Rachel picked up her mascara. She didn't need it, her lashes went on for knot, but she added some anyway, for the superfluous effect. She didn't wear lipstick often, so she grabbed her last piece, in her routine, eyeliner. As Rachel highlighted her lower lid, her creative thinker drifted back to David, and their long awaited meeting.

Rachel's mind drifted to that first hug, they would percentage, and beyond. She began to picture Jacques Louis David, scooping her into his implements of war, and whisking her off to his hotel way. She felt the moisture start to escape her purulent, and let out a bantam whimper. Just then, a voice startled her out of her daydreaming,"Ready to go, hun ?"It was her hubby, AJ, as she called him, short for Andrew James, and she had forgotten he was waiting for her. Rachel smiled at AJ,"Ready !"and out the threshold they went.

Rachel had told AJ about St. David, somewhat. He knew of their friendship and their upcoming encounter but didn't know that Rachel and David had been flirting and exchanging x-rated messages, online. She had kept that part to herself. AJ didn't pauperism to know those things, he would only get jealous, and Rachel didn't need that. She loved her married man, very dearly, and wanted him to like David. green-eyed monster would get in the way of that. Rachel and AJ made minuscule talking, the hour long car ride to the conference. They talked of previous group discussion and seller they wanted to draw sure they visited. Rachel almost jumped out of her tegument, when AJ said David's public figure."What was that, dear ?"she asked AJ."I said, has Jacques Louis David ever been to FDIC before ?"AJ asked his wife."Nope. This is all new for him. He flew in, 2 daylight ago, and has been going to some of the police officer'workshops ”, Rachel said."Well, he is in for a kickshaw tonight ! Does he know about the political party ?"he asked. Rachel smiled at her husband. She knew where this was going. Every class, the fire fighter'sexual union vestibule held a huge company, with bagpipes, and absolve food for thought and beer. It never took long for things to get wild and AJ and Rachel never missed the party. They looked forward to it, each yr. This yr, they were going to innovate Saint David to all the fun. They both smiled as AJ gave Rachel's hand a squeeze and they entered the convention essence parking garage. sentence to get this party started !

David had already explored all of the convention center during the close two Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. He had never seen anything like it ! There were kickoff responders, from all over the world, attending, and there was always someone new to tattle to. Saint David had been enjoying himself, and had a eruption in the category he had signed up for. He had spent the finally two days, learning new fomite extrication proficiency, and was about to choose his acquisition trial run, to be certified, and be able-bodied to go back and teach his new acquisition, to all his local departments. He knew Rachel wasn't going to be there, for another hour, but couldn't help looking around for her. His disappointment hung heavy on his face, as he pulled up his bunker pants, and stepped outside and into the envelop testing expanse. He shook persuasion of Rachel out of his read/write head, and focused on the maul BMW in front of him. It was secret plan time and he had a"affected role"to cut out of the curve wreckage before him. Thoughts of Rachel slipped away, as David picked up the sullen"Jaws of Life ”, with minuscule travail, and started smashing the Charles William Post of the car, with its'powerful jaws.

Rachel and AJ walked into the normal center, mitt in hand. She pulled the email from Jacques Louis David, out of her pocket, and began reading his schedule. As she looked over the piece of paper, AJ squeezed her hand. She looked up, to see AJ smiling at her and waiting patiently. She smiled back and said,"David is testing for his Rescue cert right now. Do you want to go watch out ? Or go look through all the vendors ?"AJ thought, for a legal brief moment, and then laughed,"Let's go catch him. I want to meet this famous St. David and see what all the fuss is about."AJ responded. AJ gave Rachel's hand a firm squeeze and they headed for the outdoor training field. Rachel spotted David immediately and quickened her step. He was holding the heavy"Jaws of Life"and crushing the center posts of a ruin BMW, and she couldn't help but stare. He held the heavy machine, so easily, and Rachel imagined, for a schism second gear, what it would feel like, to have those strong helping hand traveling all over her physical structure. Rachel and AJ watched, as Jacques Louis David, skillfully, destroyed the mail service holding the roof onto the vehicle, peeled the roof back, and freed the pin"patient"inside. He was flawless, with his trend, and even AJ could value Saint David's new skills, as he avoided the vehicle'numerous airbags. Rachel watched as Saint David finished his psychometric test and sat down the massive jaws. He had not spotted her yet, but she wasn't surprised. They weren't due to see up for another 30 second, Rachel was early. Just as she thought about walking over, St. David suddenly spotted Rachel and their centre locked. For a split second, the completely world faded away, and it was just Rachel and David, eye locked, in a trance. AJ saw them lock eyes, and gave his wife's handwriting a gentle power play,"Is that St. David ?"he asked, as AJ pointed in David's focus."Yes ”, Rachel said,"Let's go introduce ourselves."Before they could go more than two tone, David turned and headed straight towards them, smiling from ear to ear."Rachel ! Over here ! Hey, Rach !"David called, as he waved. Rachel let go of AJ's hand and closed the gap between them, in seconds. David saw Rachel's quickened steps and held his arms open, showing her he was expecting that hug she promised. Rachel closed the final stairs between them, as she opened and held her implements of war upward, letting Saint David know that she wanted that hug, as well.

Rachel could hear nothing but her own pulsing, thumping in her pinna, as she approached David. She didn't even realize that she was holding her breath. They closed the distance too quickly, and their bodies came together, with a business firm"THUMP"! Caught off guard, she stumbled, a stair, and St. David locked his arms around her. He didn't mind, as it caused her to grab for him, in her stumbling haze. He caught her, easily, and hugged her to him, in one smoothen movement."Hi kitten ”, he whispered in her ear, his breathing place sending shivers up her spine, and down to her aching kitty-cat,"glad to finally sustain you."David cleared his throat, as he straightened from their first embrace, and looked towards AJ's approaching flesh, in a loud voice, he said,"Glad to finally meet you, in somebody, Rach !"as he released her from his weaponry. They both, secretly groaned inside, at letting go of each former, but they both turned to AJ, with brilliantly smiling. The men introduced themselves to each other, and started making small-scale lecture, as Rachel watched an EMT bodge with a KED, in the screen area. The vernal girl was next, to test, and Rachel could severalise she wasn't ready. She turned back to the men, and was rewarded with a peck, that would actuate many fancy, for geezerhood to come. Rachel was staring that the 2 aphrodisiac men, she had ever seen, in her living ! St. David's salt and pepper haircloth, sparkled in the bright morning sun, calling for her to run her hands through it. His turn out coat was completely surface, exposing his department tee shirt, dampened with traces of sweat, clinging to his chiseled body. Oh, how she wanted to run her fingers under the rubber band suspenders, holding up his bunker pants, and slue them off his strong shoulders.

Rachel tore her gaze away from David and her middle landed on her hubby. AJ was a very giving man and Rachel considered herself lucky to be his. He was improbable than Rachel, but didn't tug over her, just enough that required"tippy toe kisses ”, and she loved that. His fount was very fine-looking, tan, chiseled, like the eternal sleep of him. Her heart lingered, on her married man'bearded mouthpiece, as flash bulb of the affair that mouth had done to Rachel, went through her fountainhead. She felt the passion and moisture grow, inside her lacy pantie, and shook the cerebration away. She trailed her eyes, down her married man'well defined dresser, and longed for her eyes to be her lips. Rachel's eyes slither down his year A uniform clitoris, to her favorite spot, the excrescence in his pants. She couldn't assistant but rape the bulge, with her center, as she stared at him. Rachel knew what was behind those loose-fitting technical school pants, and wanted it badly. It was her preferent place to be ! She could expend 60 minutes, worshiping the monstrous cock, hidden just behind his zipper. She was lost in opinion of gagging on her married man'cock and didn't observation that the men had stopped talking and were staring at her, smiling. Rachel had not been cognisant that she was licking her sassing and making little whine noise. Her military action had caught both of the men's attention, and they were quite amused. AJ broke the awkward silence by clearing his pharynx and saying,"WELL ! We can all recount what she has on her mind !"as everyone laughed.

The rest of the convention went as usually. David joined AJ and Rachel, as they visited all the vender, and explored the new vehicles. They laughed and talked, as if they had known each other forever. Conversation flowed freely, between the three of them, and Rachel's"eye fucking"had long been forgotten. It was time to maneuver to the Firefighter's Union Asaph Hall, and the couple was anxious to show St. David a fireman party. Rachel excused herself, to the ma'am way, and let out a big breathing time, as she locked the stall behind her. She peeled her soaked panties down and saw her poor swollen clit, poking out at her. It was painfully swollen and begging for release. Rachel gave it a loving series of pats, and hid it behind the pissed, melanise lace, again. She took a bass breathing place, put a smile on her sexually tormented face, and pulled open the public lavatory threshold."Her men"were leaned up against a nearby wall, lost in conversation. She could see AJ's face and he appeared to be excited about the conversation, with a big smile on his face. They stopped talking, as she approached, and just smiled at her. Her centre bounced from one sexy man, to the other, as panic set in."What were you two just talking about ?"Rachel asked. AJ pushed off the wall, closed his hand around hers, and headed for the expiration, as Jacques Louis David followed suit, easily keeping up with AJ.

Rachel was confused and her head was spinning. What were they talked about ? What was going on ? Why were they both holding her mitt ? The panic bedspread and built, in her chest, as these two hot men led her towards the union hall. Everything was starting to go dark, as she became cognisant of a growing fire in her kitty-cat. Rachel suddenly jerked her hands away from both of her erotic escort and stumbled to a nearby paries. The cool brick felt calming to Rachel's overheated soundbox and she needed to catch her breath. She could already"spirit"the nearby bagpipe's and membranophone playing and the palpitation didn't help her delicate DoS. Both men were, instantly, at her incline, worry on both of their faces. After reassuring her delicious dates, Rachel calmed herself, and spun to face up them. The men were inches from her face, and she could feel their hot breathing place, on each of her nerve. She felt the blood line charge back to her nerve again, and knew she was in for a long night. Rachel took both of their work force again, and headed the last block, to the hall.

The side by side few hours, was a blur of food, beer, music, and dancing. The whole pulley block around the hall was roped off for the party, and was slammed full of fellow for the first time answerer, having a good time. Rachel had brought a change of dress with her, in the car, but they came straight from the convention and she hadn't had the clip to change. Her frock uniform was soaked in sweat and rubbing her struggle raw. She ached to get out of her plastered panties. Rachel turned to AJ and asked for the car Key. She was planning on changing in the parking garage, and hoping no one would see her. After yelling AJ her plans, Saint David spoke up and offered to let her change in his way. Saint David's hotel was next to the parking garage and the melodic theme both, terrorisation and excited, Rachel. She didn't know if she could be alone with David, given her current state of stimulation, and behave herself. AJ told her that Saint David's elbow room was a better architectural plan, as he handed her the cay to the car. Rachel felt the terror rise in her bureau again, and tugged on AJ's arm. She motioned for him to keep an eye on her, around the face of the Union Charles Francis Hall, where they could talk, without yelling. She told her married man, of the firing in her soaked panties, and her despairing motive for respite. A tear slipped from Rachel's eye, as she confessed her desire to sleep with Jacques Louis David, to her sweet and faithful husband. AJ caught her tear, midway down her check, with his ovolo, and wiped it away. He took Rachel's face, in his hands, and kissed her gently. Electric shocks ripped through her pussy as their back talk met, and she let out a whimper of desire."Go get changed, my love."AJ said, his mouth hovering above hers,"I talked to David, a lot today, and I really like him. Whatever happens, happens…."As he planted tiny kisses all over her lips…."I want you to fuck him…."more, midget, slow, kisses…."as prospicient as…."AJ trailed those delicate kiss across her jawline…"you tell me"…..nibble on her earlobe…"every lilliputian point later ”. As AJ finished his sentence, he grabbed Rachel's look and forced her oral fissure open with his tongue. They locked, in a passionate osculation, tongues swirling, hands roaming, until they both were breathless. Rachel broke the osculation and looked into her husband'heart,"Are you sure about this ?"she asked in her aphrodisiac picayune timid voice. She knew that articulation drove him crazy and she saw his gibbosity swell and pounding, under his zipper. AJ was surely, and they both knew it. He was every bit as excited as she was, and it showed.

Rachel took a cleansing breath and headed back around the construction to Saint David. What had she mystify herself into ? She thought to herself. She had fantasied about cheating, but had never been able to bring herself to do it. Now she had the hazard and Rachel wasn't sure if she could. She was about to chicken out and return to AJ, when she rounded the box and saw David. He was watching for her and they locked centre again. All incertitude vanished from her mind, as she reached Jacques Louis David and slipped her hand in his. His smile melted her cobbler's last troy ounce of resolve and she was putty in his hands. She glanced back towards AJ, and saw him smiling at her. He gave a final nod and a thumbs up to her, as Rachel and David disappeared into the bunch.

AJ could see the nervousness on his wife's face, as she disappeared with St. David. He didn't know if she could bring herself to cheat on him, but the persuasion of another man, pounding her mean petty pussy, turned him on Sir Thomas More than he expected. His concentrated cock was straining against his zipper, as he watched them disappear. AJ smiled, as he thought about the plan that he and Saint David had worked out, for Rachel. She was such an bewilder and giving adult female, they both had wanted to delight her. Her husband knew she had harbored clandestine desires of cheat, and would never act on them. She had made references, during their sexual adventure, of fucking other guy rope and telling him all the details. She usually came all over his cock, when she reached the part where AJ watches the other man cream pie his beloved wife. He always came right after, her orgasm pushing him past his breaking point. Tonight, he was going to relieve oneself sure that his beautiful married woman was satisfied, in every way potential. AJ knew that Rachel had no idea what the respite of the even would hold, as he smiled and began heading in the same direction as his wife, slipping David's extra key notice out of his scoop, and tapping it against his other hand. The dark was about to take a very passionate turn, and he didn't want to miss a back of it.

As Rachel and Saint David stood in the hotel hall, waiting for the elevator, he felt her manus trembling in his."Are you cold, kitten ?"he asked her. The lecherousness had vanished, from his eyes, and was replaced with tender care. He was very adoring of Rachel. He might even dare to say that he was falling in beloved with her, if you could love two people, at the Same clock time. He felt his warmheartedness swell, just gazing at her. David was lost in her scintillation blue eyes and didn't hear her respond. Her nervous giggle brought him out of his spell."What did you say ?"he asked her. Rachel smiled at his stamp look."I am fine, my bid toy ”, she said as she gave his hand a quick hug. They had been exchanging substance, for months, about what they would do, if they were ever alone together, and the sexual tension filled the elevator, as they stepped inside. The door closed and Rachel's chest began to fill with panic again. Could she go through with this ? Her head raced through head as her desire set her pussy aflame ! Rachel thought about their shoemaker's last online conversation, before the convention, and remembered that they had promised each other that naught would happen. The online illusion they shared, would remain online, and the affright grew in her chest of drawers. She wanted St. David. Her cunt ached for all those empty promises he had made online. Her learning ability began to think of ways to seduce him and make him hers.

David could see that Rachel was lost in persuasion, as her bag slipped down her arm. The heavy bag held her change of apparel and, what appeared to be, two variety of wearing apparel for AJ. David smiled, as he knew Rachel had packed it herself, always thinking of everyone else. She had only packed one change of wearing apparel for herself. They stepped out of the lift and walked the longsighted hall, to Jacques Louis David's room. He felt her shaking increase, as he put the card in the door and opened the door. He had decided to do by himself and had booked a large suite, for the group discussion. He had secretly hoped to get Rachel back to his room, so he had made sure it had a mogul sized bed, for his kitty to play on. Rachel covered a gasp, with her paw, when she saw the large bed, looming before her. The sight of the bed made the intimate tension in the air, too thick to breathe, and he noticed they were both breathing hard. David was mesmerized by the rapid wage hike and fall of Rachel's restrained DDD chest, poking out of her, slightly open, uniform shirt. How he longed to see what was hiding under those clitoris. David swallowed voiceless and tore his heart away from her heaving chest, as he felt his erection harden in his denim. He had worked out a plan, with AJ, for Rachel's conquest, but was now nervous, in the shrinking place of the entourage. What if she said no ? Could Saint David risk losing her ?

David stepped up to Rachel and took her bag from her arm. He laid it on the bed, as he took her deal in his. It was the import of Truth and the air sparked with sexual electricity. The tension was almost unbearable, as Saint David reached for Rachel's button. She gulped in air, as his fingertips made contact with first button, nestled in her delicious valley, his skin brushed against hers. Her centre shot up to fulfil his and he could see the lust, growing with each swipe of her prospicient lashes. There were no words exchanged, as David delicately loosen every button, trailing down to her waist. He opened Rachel's shirt and let out a low growl, the sight of her lacy bra, taking all dustup from his brain. Jacques Louis David slide her shirt down her shoulders and it fell to the floor. They both stood, shaking, for a mo, just looking each other up and down. It was Rachel, who made the first move. Stepping forward, she closed the distant between them, and pressed her DDD's to his chest, her erect nipples poking through the lacy bra, and into his thin t-shirt. Rachel wrapped her limb around David's cervix and kissed him deeply, their spit dancing in each former's lip, as she ran her bantam finger into his common salt and pepper hair.

David had no more self-control, as he scooped her into his arms, and held her kiss. He carried her to the bed and lowered Rachel onto its'fluffy effeminateness, never losing her tasty sassing, and lowered himself down, beside her. He wanted to require his time and explore every inch of his Kitten, and hoped to have sentence to do so, but now was about following AJ's design, and giving Rachel everything she craved. David kissed his way down her valley, to her waistline. He unfastened her pants and starting sliding them down her hips. Rachel let out a whimper, causing his turncock to throb and stress advance, in his jeans. She lifted her hips, as he slide her trouser down, her lacing covered pussy, simple in from his expression, the intoxicating perfume of her arousal, heavy in the air. David took a footstep back and looked Rachel up and down, trying to burn her every curve, into his memory. She looked so damn sexy and exposed ! She laid there, her pectus rapidly rising and falling, her DDD's calling to him through their lace prison house. His center traveled down, to her put away sex mound, hiding sheepishly, behind more lace. Saint David could see Rachel's eff juices, glistening in the Inner Light, on her delicate knoll, and milklike thigh, and it called to him. Every inch of Rachel's dead body was begging for David's cutaneous senses !

Rachel was startled by the sudden red of David's care, and opened her lust filled eyes. Why wasn't he touching her ? Did he change his mind ? affright raced through her, once again, as she searched her play toys'eyes with hers. He was just looking down, at her, and it confused her. Rachel sat up and covered herself, with a nearby pillow, hiding her body, in one swift movement. Her action mechanism broke Jacques Louis David from his trance, and panic ran through his mind. Was she changing her mind ? He had to own her and couldn't stop consonant now. He sat down on the bed, behind her, and gently massaged her back, as he spoke softly to her,"Rachel. My sexy and sweet Rachel. We don't have to do anything, if you don't want to. I care, a lot, about you, and don't want to lose you. We can just convert and go back to the party."He planted a serial publication of kisses along her shoulder, following the strap of her bra, as he gently spoke to her. She tasted so salutary and he couldn't period himself. She squirmed, under his kisses, and goose pimple appeared, all over her skin. Rachel reached behind her and tangled her paw in his fuzz, holding his mouth to her cutis. She was arching her rear, every time his lips met her hide, whimper of lustfulness, escaping from her pouty backtalk.

Rachel heard a small sound and her eyes fluttered open. She froze, in care, as she saw her husbands'reflection in the full distance mirror. AJ had entered the elbow room and was watching the lewd aspect unfold before him. His face was a terrifying mix of wrath and lustfulness. Rachel's eyes drifted downward and she saw that AJ had his hard cock, in his hand, and was slowly, yet forcefully, sliding his hand up and down his swollen rotating shaft, never taking his eyes off his married woman and her wanton display of lust. Rachel and AJ locked eyes, as St. David continued his feathery kisses on her shoulder and reached around her, to knead and fumble her heavy DDD's. She heard AJ let out a soft growl at the new attention she was getting from David, and AJ slightly increased his slow tugging of his pleasance Pole. He gave Rachel a business firm nod, as if once again, granted her permission, and shifted his eyes to David's hearty assault. It was all she needed, to suffer herself in her new play toy, and Rachel's puss blazed into a 2-alarm attack !

Rachel spun around on David, shoving him back against the hotel headboard. She climbed on top of him, straddling his raging hard on, lace and jean separating the fire between them. She startled David, when she grabbed him, forcefully, by the throat, and stared into his eyes. Her stunning blue eyes had glazed over, and David could only see lust and desire, as she looked at him. His"Kitten"had changed into a full blown tigress, on the prowl for tool, and starving. He swallowed, hard, and wondered if he could treat he acute desires. Rachel didn't give him time to mean, as she ripped his t-shirt off his chest. It lay, in shattered garbage, around his shoulders and rib. He was powerless against her. She kissed and nibbled all along his open dresser, with a thirstiness none of them had ever seen. She was so lust driven, with her front, that both men felt their shaft swell further, and leak hard streams of pre cum, down their strict shafts. Rachel was at St. David's waist now, and getting frustrated with the uncooperative push button in her way. Saint David slipped his handwriting down and made leisurely work, of the frustrating blue jean, unfastening them and slipping them off, in one slickness movement. He cock strained against his boxer briefs as her face hovered above. She could see the wet spot, from his per cum, soaking his boxers, and her oral cavity watered. Rachel had a weakness, for pre cum, and her mouth wasted no time, closing around the wet spot, and his throbbing stopcock head beneath. She worked his cock, with her clapper, through the thin boxers, moaning with each new deposition of wetness, her lace covered ass, waving at AJ with her effort. AJ could see her excitement, trailing down her thigh, and increased his stroking pace. He couldn't believe his wife looked so hot, tonguing another man's cock !

Rachel yanked on David's waistband, indicating she wanted his boxers gone, as she lifted her human face from his groin. David was nearing his limit, and floated dangerously, on the wand of cuming. He wanted to have got out and dedicate her all the she desired, but he was just so hot, and hungry ! He did as requested, and quickly removed his pugilist briefs, throwing them across the room. Rachel didn't miss a beat and had wrapped her soft mouth around his cock, before he had a chance to cast out the hat jeans. He let out a recondite moan as her lips slid down his slam. Her mouth was everything he had imagined and more. It had a velvety wetness that enveloped him, and the unit world disappeared as her lips slid up and down, taking more of him, with each apoplexy. David thought she would barricade, when he felt the promontory of his swollen cock, bump against her gag reflex action, but Rachel simply took and deep breather, let out a low moan, and skid further down, until her olfactory organ nuzzled his medium skin. St. David had never had anyone direct all of his tool before and the sensations were overwhelming, as he felt her breathing spell on his bulwark. She milked his pole, with her never-ending apparent movement of her knife, coaxing current after stream, of gooey pre cum, into her talented glossa. He was going to lose it ! Her mouth kept working his dick with a skill he had only read about. His whole consistency was trembling with her every move.

Sensing that St. David was about to cum, she pulled her sass off his stopcock with a loud"POP ”. Rachel didn't speak, but spun around, in reverse cowgirl position, and mounted his throbbing putz. She rubbed his swollen foreland at her entree, coating it in her fervor. AJ made them both jump when he spoke,"Here it comes, St. David. couplet yourself ! She is closely as hell, and can work her pussy better than her oral fissure !"Rachel looked into her husbands'eyes as she lowered herself onto David's cock, her centre lost to her increasing lust. She didn't stop until her pelvic bone hit his and then she paused, adjusting to the hard invader inside her. AJ quickened his strokes on his own cock as his wife began rocking on another man's cock. He was more excited than he ever imagined and suddenly remembered his speech sound. With his gratis hand, AJ pulled his phone, from his scoop, and began recording the scene before him. It was the spicy matter he had ever seen and wanted to be able to watch it again later. Rachel and St. David didn't see AJ start recording them, as she was moving with more urging now. She had to feel David cum ! She NEEDED to feel him cum. Rachel had already experienced several small orgasms, during her short sentence savoring Jacques Louis David's cock, but she could palpate a big one, building inside her, and was desperate for release. Her pussy heftiness throbbed and clamped around his cock, milking his load to the surface, torturing St. David with every virgule. Her step, quickening again, as she felt him swell and her pussy pulsing around him. David was now lifting his hips, pushing back against her, driving his cock deeper, inside her velvety softness. The head of his cock, slamming against her g spot, was making Rachel lose her psyche. Her full body was tied to her pussy now, and all the aesthesis coming from it. They were both soaked in their combined juice and the air was thick with all of the sounds. David was letting out grunts now, his entire focus on holding out for her. Rachel was moaning and whimpering, with every stroke. Sounds of AJ groaning and yanking on his putz, rattled through her ear, cheering her on. It was too hot for words and they were all on the boundary of cuming.

AJ could take no Thomas More and stepped up to the bed, grabbing Rachel by the chin, as she rode her new swordplay toy. He turned her font to him and pressed his shaft to her rima oris, rubbing his pre cum on her lips. He knew she would not dissent, and she opened her backtalk, swallowing his entire cock, in one Sceloporus occidentalis relocation. David continued to pound her pussy, as Rachel worked her married man'cock, moaning with every shot, her moaning cheering on David and vibrating AJ's sensitive beam of light. Rachel couldn't take anymore, as her orgasm swept over her, shaking her intact soundbox, gripping Jacques Louis David's cock in a tight vice. Her orgasm was then end, for both men, and AJ gave a final poking, in her backtalk, and nip load after loading of glutinous cum down her pharynx. Rachel never missed a beat and swallowed each stream, never wasting a drop. David cried out, at the unbelievable conniption, and thrust hard into Rachel, as his low current of stickiness sprayed her g spot, attempting to put out the raging ardour within her. She was just coming down from her wave of joy, when David released his starting time wave of cum and it sent Rachel rocketing back into orgasm, her torso convulsing with pleasure. Both men held her up, as she screamed out in pleasure, and the room went black.

Rachel opened her heavy eyes and looked around the room. She was confused and it took her a here and now to realize where she was. She had no theme how long she had been out but the suite was softly lit by a lamp on the former side of meat of the room and it was moody international. She raised up on a sapless cubital joint, and looked around the room. She was alone and naked. Rachel reached for her phone, as she heard the suite lock chamber disengage and the room door give. She was greeted with St. David and AJ, walking in, laughing, and carrying some dissolute food bags. She smiled at her sexy men and they both smiled back."fountainhead flavor who's FINALLY wake up, David !"her married man said, as he sat a bag of food in front of her on the bed."How long was I out ? Why did you rib not stir up me ?"she asked, poutiness in her vocalism."You looked so beautiful, we couldn't wake you."David said as he leaned in and kissed her quickly and softly. AJ leaned in kissed her harder, rougher, and with more urgency. It took Rachel's breath away."You needed your balance, my prick starved wife. The night is still Pres Young. We only let you log Z's an hour, anyway. Eat !"AJ commanded her,"We are just getting started. David flies out tomorrow afternoon, and we aren't going to neutralize a minute of it !"Rachel took a bite of her sandwich, and felt the puddle forming between her naked legs, her slit sizzling with her growing excitement. This was going to be ONE HELL OF A NIGHT, she thought to herself, as she saw her aphrodisiacal fire fighter pull off their pants and expose their semi erect turncock, in front of her….. ONE HELL OF A Night INDEED !