Rachel opened her middle, to the strait 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 Fri and time to finally channelize out for the foremost responders conference ! Rachel looked forward, to the group discussion, every year. It was her time to be around former respondent and it just felt the likes of abode. She also didn't idea seeing all of the hot firemen walking around. There was always plenty of eye candy walking around, and Rachel loved to watch the guys, practicing their science, in good turn out gear. Something about it always got her succus going !

This year was special and Rachel was extremely excited ! She was FINALLY going to conform to Saint David, in person ! David was a fire fighter, from several states away, and had been Rachel's Quaker for almost a year. They had met online and started a friendship, over their mutual love, of the attack and deliverance Robert William Service. He had come into her liveliness, when she was feeling lonely and ignored, by her husband, and swept her off her feet. Jacques Louis David knew exactly what Rachel needed, sometimes before she did. He was older than Rachel but looked untried than his age. He was a chiseled god, of tan pelt and heftiness, and she drooled over every picture they had exchanged. Rachel was often lost, in erotic castle in Spain, of him taking her, over and over again. Jacques Louis David was her dirty little enigma, she hid from her hubby, and she often wondered what would happen, when they finally met, in person…..

Jacques Louis David was just starting to spread his center, when he heard a telephone halo, in the distance. As his eyes began to focus, he realized it was the hotel phone, next to his bed. clock time for his dawning wake up claim. He answered the phone and thanked the front desk for waking him, and laid the phone back in its cradle. Today was going to be a peachy day and he didn't want to overlook a moment of it ! Jacques Louis David had set trine alarms, on his phone, AND had asked for the wake-up call. It was a big day ! He was FINALLY going to meet Rachel, his online friend, in person, and was on border. It is one thing to spill the beans online, but in soul was a totally dissimilar taradiddle and St. David was spooky. Rachel had become a dear supporter to him, and he didn't want to lose her, but things had been getting hot between them and he was afraid that he would need her into his subdivision, the minute he laid eyes on her ! He had flown into Indiana, two twenty-four hours before, to go to the conference and meet Rachel. The last two 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, deep in his psyche, like no early woman ever had.

St. David loved his wife, very very much, but Rachel calls to him, as only a forbidden love could. He wanted her, in every way possible, and he was about to meet her, font to face ! He trembled with excitement, as he climbed into the rain shower. His hands shook, as he went through his number of showering, his head lost in opinion of Rachel…. Pictures of her, flashed through his head, as he soaped and rinsed his torso. It wasn't long before his mind turned his thoughts erotic…David thought of Rachel's 34 DDD titty, 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 help but find his cock twitch, as he thought of her Brobdingnagian fun purse, pressing into his dresser. David felt the shampoo bubble run down his chest and drip off his, now rock unvoiced, pecker. He was sore aware of his, undesirable, erection. David sighed, a heavy sigh, and set to relieving himself. He couldn't have his cock"springiness up"on their number one hug ! He let his nous wonder back to Rachel and her middle, as he sprayed his load down the rain shower drain. Her eyes would be his unfastening, and he knew it !"Lord, fall in me strength"he said, as he turned off the piddle and stepped out of the rain shower. It was time to run into his"kitty ”, as he called her, and he could remember of naught else !

Rachel took exceptional precaution, in dressing for the conference. She picked out a Shirley Temple, lacy bra that gave special attention, to her mysterious valley, between her tit. Not quite a push up bra, but a very similar upshot. It rested low and made the valley between her DDD breasts, look like it went on for miles. hombre always stared at her tits when she wore it and Rachel smiled, at the persuasion of her sexy fireman, staring down at her. St. David is taller than her, and she knew his eyes would be drawn there. She picked out her disgraceful, lacy,"boy shorts"panties, to twin, and slipped them up her milklike white thighs. She knew honorable than to wear those panties today, but couldn't resist the sentiment of being a little naughty. Those panties were known to constantly rub across her clit, as she moved, and tug Rachel crazy. She knew she would be soaked, before long, but was excited by the thought that no one would ever bed what was happening under her clothes. Rachel smiled at herself, in the mirror, substance with her choices. The residuum of her clothes were an easy decision, being a professional person conference. She ***********ed her"Class A"attire uniform, from her closet. It was a light blue, button up, dress shirt, with all of her section and social status badges, sewn on it. It spoke of her professionalism and her acquisition as an emergency medical checkup Technician. She was very proud of her rank and all that she had accomplished, and her clothes uniform was her way to brag. She decided to be a little bit of a tease, and leave the top two buttons, undone. At 5 ft tall, most everyone there, would be taller than Rachel, and get a honest view, of that carefully chosen black bra. It was going to be a capital day, she thought, to herself, as she pulled on her pants. Rachel's pants were the standard"tech"pants, baggy, with piles of pockets, up and down her tight, toned pegleg, and she hated wearing them. She couldn't display off her sexy ass, wearing tech pant, but this was about professionalism, she reminded herself, as she buttoned her waist.

Rachel took special tending while fixing her hair and composition. She decided on pulling her wild mane of curls up into a pilus clip, on top of her promontory. It gave the illusion that her hair was tame, not the fantastic mess of coil it actually was. A small outpouring of curls, poked out of the top of the clip, and laid along it, cleverly hiding the magazine, in her hair's-breadth. She carefully applied her make-up, making for sure to only put on the bare essentials. Rachel believed in natural smasher, and had heap of it. She lightly applied a minuscule skin senses of foundation, just enough to obscure the freckle, dotting her fount, and set to work on her eyes. Her eyes were her adept feature and she loved showing them off. They were the most amazing nuance of downcast, light-headed blue, like a beautiful, crystallise, 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 debile men. They had spelled day of reckoning, for many men, in her past. She applied a light dusting of dark eyeshadow, on her eyelid. Happy with the extra attending it drew to the blue angel, Rachel picked up her mascara. She didn't need it, her lashes went on for miles, but she added some anyway, for the extra core. She didn't wear lipstick often, so she grabbed her last slice, in her routine, eyeliner. As Rachel highlighted her lower eyelids, her psyche drifted back to Saint David, and their tenacious awaited meeting.

Rachel's mind drifted to that commencement hug, they would share, and beyond. She began to fancy St. David, scooping her into his weapon, and whisking her off to his hotel room. She felt the moisture start to get off her slit, and let out a tiny whimper. Just then, a voice startled her out of her oneirism,"Ready to go, hun ?"It was her husband, AJ, as she called him, short for Saint Andrew James, and she had forgotten he was waiting for her. Rachel smiled at AJ,"Ready !"and out the door they went.

Rachel had told AJ about Jacques Louis David, somewhat. He knew of their friendship and their upcoming coming together but didn't know that Rachel and David had been flirting and exchanging x-rated subject matter, online. She had kept that component part to herself. AJ didn't need to roll in the hay those matter, he would only get covetous, and Rachel didn't need that. She loved her husband, very dearly, and wanted him to like David. Jealousy would get in the way of that. Rachel and AJ made small talk, the 60 minutes long car ride to the conference. They talked of previous conferences and vendor they wanted to make sure they visited. Rachel almost jumped out of her tegument, when AJ said David's figure."What was that, dear ?"she asked AJ."I said, has David ever been to FDIC before ?"AJ asked his wife."Nope. This is all new for him. He flew in, 2 days ago, and has been going to some of the policeman'workshops ”, Rachel said."fountainhead, he is in for a treat tonight ! Does he have sex about the company ?"he asked. Rachel smiled at her hubby. She knew where this was going. Every yr, the firefighters'North anteroom held a huge political party, with bagpipes, and free intellectual nourishment and beer. It never took long for things to get crazy and AJ and Rachel never missed the party. They looked forward to it, each yr. This yr, they were going to introduce David to all the fun. They both smiled as AJ gave Rachel's hand a squeeze and they entered the convention center parking garage. prison term to get this political party started !

David had already explored all of the convention heart during the utmost two days. He had never seen anything like it ! There were first responders, from all over the world, attending, and there was always someone new to talk to. Saint David had been enjoying himself, and had a bang in the class he had signed up for. He had spent the last two day, learning new vehicle disentanglement techniques, and was about to take his skills tryout, to be certified, and be able to go back and teach his new skills, 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 letdown hung heavy on his human face, as he pulled up his dugout pants, and stepped outdoor and into the enclose testing area. He shook thoughts of Rachel out of his head, and focused on the mangled BMW in movement of him. It was game time and he had a"patient"to cut out of the wrick wreckage before him. Thoughts of Rachel slipped away, as David picked up the large"Jaws of Life ”, with little effort, and started smashing the C. W. Post of the car, with its'powerful jaws.

Rachel and AJ walked into the convention center, hired man in hand. She pulled the email from 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 deliverance cert right now. Do you need to go watch out ? Or go look through all the vendor ?"AJ view, for a abbreviated consequence, and then laughed,"Let's go watch out him. I want to meet this far-famed David and see what all the hassle is about."AJ responded. AJ gave Rachel's hand a firm clinch and they headed for the outdoor training area. Rachel spotted David immediately and quickened her footprint. He was holding the ponderous"Jaws of Life"and crushing the center posts of a destroyed BMW, and she couldn't helper but stare. He held the heavy automobile, so easily, and Rachel imagined, for a split second, what it would sense like, to have those impregnable hands traveling all over her consistence. Rachel and AJ watched, as Jacques Louis David, skillfully, destroyed the C. W. Post holding the roof onto the vehicle, peeled the roof back, and freed the entrap"patient"inside. He was flawless, with his movement, and even AJ could prize St. David's new science, as he avoided the fomite'numerous airbags. Rachel watched as David finished his test and sat down the massive jaws. He had not spotted her yet, but she wasn't surprised. They weren't due to meet up for another 30 proceedings, Rachel was early on. Just as she thought about walking over, St. David suddenly spotted Rachel and their centre locked. For a tear second, the unit world faded away, and it was just Rachel and St. David, middle locked, in a trance. AJ saw them lock eyes, and gave his married woman's script a gentle squeeze,"Is that David ?"he asked, as AJ pointed in David's charge."Yes ”, Rachel said,"Let's go introduce ourselves."Before they could go more than two steps, David turned and headed true towards them, smiling from ear to ear."Rachel ! Over here ! Hey, Rach !"Saint David called, as he waved. Rachel let go of AJ's hand and closed the gap between them, in seconds. St. David saw Rachel's quickened gradation and held his blazonry open, showing her he was expecting that hug she promised. Rachel closed the concluding steps between them, as she opened and held her arms upward, letting David know that she wanted that hug, as well.

Rachel could hear nothing but her own pulse, thumping in her pinna, as she approached David. She didn't even realize that she was holding her breath. They closed the aloofness too quickly, and their physical structure came together, with a business firm"THUMP"! Caught off guard, she stumbled, a step, and David locked his arms around her. He didn't brain, as it caused her to seize for him, in her stumbling haze. He caught her, easily, and hugged her to him, in one politic apparent movement."Hi Kitten ”, he whispered in her ear, his breathing time sending shivers up her spine, and down to her achy pussy,"gladiolus to finally book you."David cleared his throat, as he straightened from their starting time embracement, and looked towards AJ's approaching build, in a tawdry vox, he said,"Glad to finally contact you, in person, Rach !"as he released her from his arm. They both, secretly groaned inside, at letting go of each former, but they both turned to AJ, with burnished smiles. The men introduced themselves to each other, and started making belittled talk, as Rachel watched an EMT bodge with a KED, in the testing country. The young female child was adjacent, to test, and Rachel could tell she wasn't ready. She turned back to the men, and was rewarded with a sight, that would trip many phantasy, for years to derive. Rachel was staring that the 2 sexiest men, she had ever seen, in her biography ! Saint David's SALT and pepper hair, sparkled in the bright morning sun, calling for her to run her hands through it. His turn out coat was completely out-of-doors, exposing his department t-shirt, dampened with traces of sweat, clinging to his chiseled organic structure. Oh, how she wanted to run her finger's breadth under the pliant gallus, holding up his dugout pants, and slue them off his strong shoulders.

Rachel tore her gaze away from David and her middle landed on her married man. AJ was a very freehanded man and Rachel considered herself lucky to be his. He was taller than Rachel, but didn't pillar over her, just enough that required"crank toe buss ”, and she loved that. His face was very handsome, tan, chiseled, like the rest of him. Her eyes lingered, on her hubby'bearded rima oris, as newsbreak of the things that mouth had done to Rachel, went through her capitulum. She felt the heat and moisture grow, inside her lacy panties, and shook the thought away. She trailed her eye, down her husbands'well defined pectus, and longed for her eyes to be her lips. Rachel's eyes slue down his Class A uniform buttons, to her favourite spot, the hump in his pants. She couldn't avail but rape the extrusion, with her center, as she stared at him. Rachel knew what was behind those baggy tech pant, and wanted it badly. It was her favorite place to be ! She could spend hours, worshiping the monstrous cock, hidden just behind his zipper. She was lost in cerebration of gagging on her husbands'cock and didn't card that the men had stopped talking and were staring at her, smiling. Rachel had not been mindful that she was licking her sass and making lilliputian whimpers noises. Her legal action had caught both of the men's attention, and they were quite amused. AJ broke the awkward secretiveness by clearing his pharynx and saying,"WELL ! We can all tell apart what she has on her mind !"as everyone laughed.

The residue of the convention went as usually. David joined AJ and Rachel, as they visited all the vendors, 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 clock time to head to the firefighter's Union entrance hall, and the couple was unquiet to show up David a fire fighter company. Rachel excused herself, to the ma'am room, and let out a big hint, as she locked the booth behind her. She peeled her soaked panty down and saw her pitiful swell clit, poking out at her. It was painfully swollen and begging for spillage. Rachel gave it a loving series of tap, and hid it behind the soaked, blackamoor lace, again. She took a thick breath, put a smiling on her sexually tortured facial expression, and pulled open the restroom door."Her men"were leaned up against a nearby paries, lost in conversation. She could see AJ's brass and he appeared to be excited about the conversation, with a big smiling on his face. They stopped talking, as she approached, and just smiled at her. Her eyes 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 exit, as David followed causa, 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 hand ? The scare spread and built, in her chest, as these two hot men led her towards the union vestibule. Everything was starting to go dark, as she became aware of a growing fire in her pussy. Rachel suddenly jerked her hands away from both of her erotic escorts and stumbled to a nearby wall. The poise brick felt calming to Rachel's overheated body and she needed to catch her breath. She could already"look"the nearby bagpipe's and brake drum playing and the vibrations didn't avail her delicate country. Both men were, instantly, at her side, worry on both of their faces. After reassuring her luscious day of the month, Rachel calmed herself, and spun to face them. The men were column inch from her face, and she could feel their hot breath, on each of her cheeks. She felt the blood rush back to her cheeks again, and knew she was in for a long night. Rachel took both of their bridge player again, and headed the net stoppage, to the hall.

The next few hours, was a blur of food, beer, euphony, and dancing. The wholly block around the hall was roped off for the company, and was slammed full of fellow first-class honours degree answerer, having a fire. 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 clock time to change. Her dress uniform was soaked in elbow grease and rubbing her skin raw. She ached to get out of her soaked panty. Rachel turned to AJ and asked for the car Florida key. She was planning on changing in the parking garage, and hoping no one would see her. After yelling AJ her design, Saint David spoke up and offered to let her change in his room. Saint David's hotel was next to the parking service department and the idea both, frightening and excited, Rachel. She didn't know if she could be alone with Saint David, given her current state of foreplay, and behave herself. AJ told her that David's way was a better plan, as he handed her the keys to the car. Rachel felt the panic cost increase in her chest of drawers again, and tugged on AJ's arm. She motioned for him to follow her, around the side of the union anteroom, where they could spill, without yelling. She told her husband, of the fire in her blind drunk panties, and her desperate need for rest. A tear slipped from Rachel's eye, as she confessed her desire to fuck St. David, to her sweet and close married man. AJ caught her tear, midway down her arrest, with his thumb, and wiped it away. He took Rachel's face, in his hands, and kissed her gently. electric automobile shock ripped through her puss as their lips met, and she let out a whimper of desire."Go get changed, my love."AJ said, his backtalk 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, tiny, slow, kisses…."as yearn as…."AJ trailed those frail osculation across her jawline…"you tell me"…..nibble on her earlobe…"every slight detail later ”. As AJ finished his sentence, he grabbed Rachel's font and forced her mouth assailable with his clapper. They locked, in a passionate kiss, tongues swirling, deal roaming, until they both were breathless. Rachel broke the osculation and looked into her husbands'centre,"Are you sure as shooting about this ?"she asked in her sexy little cautious voice. She knew that representative drove him crazy and she saw his prominence crestless wave and pounding, under his zip. AJ was sure, 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 Jacques Louis David. What had she produce 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 chance and Rachel wasn't sure if she could. She was about to chicken out and recall to AJ, when she rounded the corner and saw David. He was watching for her and they locked eyes again. All question vanished from her mind, as she reached David and slipped her deal in his. His smile melted her last oz. of resolve and she was putty in his bridge player. She glanced back towards AJ, and saw him smiling at her. He gave a final nod and a thumb up to her, as Rachel and Jacques Louis David disappeared into the crew.

AJ could see the jumpiness on his wife's face, as she disappeared with Saint David. He didn't know if she could make for herself to screw on him, but the view of another man, pounding her pissed short pussy, turned him on more than he expected. His hard prick was straining against his zipper, as he watched them disappear. AJ smiled, as he thought about the plan that he and David had worked out, for Rachel. She was such an amazing and giving woman, they both had wanted to please her. Her husband knew she had harbored mysterious desires of cheating, and would never act on them. She had made character, during their sexual adventures, of fucking other guys and telling him all the details. She usually came all over his cock, when she reached the part where AJ watches the other man pick pie his beloved married woman. He always came right after, her climax pushing him past his breakage point. Tonight, he was going to attain sure that his beautiful married woman was meet, in every way possible. AJ knew that Rachel had no idea what the respite of the evening would hold, as he smiled and began heading in the same direction as his wife, slipping David's excess key card out of his pocket, and tapping it against his other paw. The night was about to contract a very passionate turn, and he didn't want to pretermit a indorse of it.

As Rachel and St. David stood in the hotel lobby, waiting for the elevator, he felt her hand trembling in his."Are you cold, kitten ?"he asked her. The lust had vanished, from his eyes, and was replaced with tender attention. He was very fond of Rachel. He might even defy to say that he was falling in love with her, if you could love two masses, at the Lapp clip. He felt his pump swell, just gazing at her. Jacques Louis David was lost in her sparkling blueing eyes and didn't hear her respond. Her nervous giggle brought him out of his enchantment."What did you say ?"he asked her. Rachel smiled at his tender verbal expression."I am fine, my play toy ”, she said as she gave his mitt a quick squeeze. They had been exchanging messages, for calendar month, about what they would do, if they were ever alone together, and the sexual tension filled the elevator, as they stepped inside. The doors closed and Rachel's chest began to fill up with panic again. Could she go through with this ? Her mind raced through questions as her desire set her kitty-cat aflame ! Rachel thought about their utmost on-line conversation, before the pattern, and remembered that they had promised each other that cypher would happen. The on-line fantasy they shared, would persist on-line, and the panic grew in her thorax. She wanted David. Her pussy ached for all those empty hope he had made online. Her nous began to think of ways to score him and make him hers.

David could see that Rachel was lost in intellection, as her bag slipped down her arm. The heavy bag held her variety of clothes and, what appeared to be, two variety of clothes for AJ. David smiled, as he knew Rachel had packed it herself, always thinking of everyone else. She had only carry one modification of clothes for herself. They stepped out of the elevator and walked the prospicient hallway, to David's room. He felt her shaking increase, as he put the card in the door and opened the door. He had decided to address himself and had booked a large entourage, for the conference. He had secretly hoped to get Rachel back to his room, so he had made surely it had a King sized bed, for his kitten to wager on. Rachel covered a pant, with her paw, when she saw the enceinte bed, looming before her. The sight of the bed made the sexual tension in the air, too deep to breathe, and he noticed they were both breathing hard. St. David was mesmerized by the speedy rise and free fall of Rachel's restrained DDD breasts, poking out of her, slightly capable, consistent shirt. How he longed to see what was hiding under those button. David swallowed difficult and tore his eyes away from her heaving chest, as he felt his erection harden in his blue jean. He had worked out a programme, with AJ, for Rachel's seduction, but was now nervous, in the shrinking space of the suite. What if she said no ? Could David risk of exposure losing her ?

Saint David stepped up to Rachel and took her bag from her arm. He laid it on the bed, as he took her handwriting in his. It was the bit of truth and the air sparked with sexual electricity. The latent hostility was almost unbearable, as David reached for Rachel's release. She gulped in air, as his fingertips made tangency with initiative clit, nestled in her scrumptious valley, his cutis brushed against hers. Her heart shot up to meet his and he could see the lecherousness, growing with each swipe of her prospicient lashes. There were no words exchanged, as David delicately unwrap every button, trailing down to her waistline. He opened Rachel's shirt and let out a low growling, the sight of her lacy bra, taking all words from his judgment. Saint David slide her shirt down her shoulders and it fell to the level. They both stood, shaking, for a mo, just looking each other up and down. It was Rachel, who made the initiative movement. Stepping forward, she closed the distant between them, and pressed her DDD's to his chest, her tumid teat poking through the lacy bra, and into his thin t-shirt. Rachel wrapped her arms around David's neck opening and kissed him deeply, their natural language dancing in each other's oral cavity, as she ran her bantam fingers into his salt and pepper hair.

David had no more self-control, as he scooped her into his arms, and held her osculation. He carried her to the bed and lowered Rachel onto its'fluffy effeminacy, never losing her tasty lips, and lowered himself down, beside her. He wanted to take his time and explore every inch of his kitty, and hoped to have prison term to do so, but now was about following AJ's plan, and giving Rachel everything she craved. St. David kissed his way down her vale, to her waist. He unfastened her knickers and starting sliding them down her rose hip. Rachel let out a whine, causing his cock to throb and extend far, in his jeans. She lifted her hips, as he slide her pants down, her lace covered snatch, mere inches from his cheek, the intoxicating scent of her arousal, heavy in the air. David took a stone's throw 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 chest rapidly rising and falling, her DDD's calling to him through their lace prison. His eyes traveled down, to her immure sex mound, hiding sheepishly, behind to a greater extent lace. St. David could see Rachel's screw juices, glistening in the lighting, on her delicate mound, and milky thighs, and it called to him. Every inch of Rachel's dead body was begging for David's touch !

Rachel was startled by the sudden deprivation of David's attention, and opened her lust filled centre. Why wasn't he touching her ? Did he change his judgment ? affright raced through her, once again, as she searched her play toys'eye 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 drive. Her activeness broke David from his enchantment, and affright ran through his mind. Was she changing her psyche ? He had to have her and couldn't stop 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 recede you. We can just change and go back to the party."He planted a series of kisses along her berm, following the strap of her bra, as he gently spoke to her. She tasted so sound and he couldn't arrest himself. She squirmed, under his osculation, and goosebumps appeared, all over her pelt. Rachel reached behind her and tangled her hired man in his hair, holding his backtalk to her skin. She was arching her back, every time his backtalk met her skin, whimpers of lust, escaping from her pouty sass.

Rachel heard a low auditory sensation and her middle fluttered open. She froze, in fear, as she saw her husbands'contemplation in the to the full length mirror. AJ had entered the way and was watching the lustful tantrum unfold before him. His human face was a terrifying mix of ire and lust. Rachel's eyes drifted downward and she saw that AJ had his hard cock, in his script, and was slowly, yet forcefully, sliding his hand up and down his swollen shaft, never taking his oculus off his wife and her wanton showing of lust. Rachel and AJ locked centre, as David continued his feathery kisses on her shoulder and reached around her, to knead and grope her arduous 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 joy pole. He gave Rachel a house nod, as if once again, granted her permission, and shifted his eye to Saint David's lusty rape. It was all she needed, to lose herself in her new swordplay toy, and Rachel's puss blazed into a 2-alarm fervidness !

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 jeans separating the fire between them. She startled David, when she grabbed him, forcefully, by the pharynx, and stared into his eyes. Her stunning blue optic had glazed over, and David could only see thirst and desire, as she looked at him. His"kitten"had changed into a full blown tigress, on the prowl for cock, and starving. He swallowed, hard, and wondered if he could handle he intense desires. Rachel didn't give him time to think, as she ripped his t-shirt off his bureau. It lay, in tattered scraps, around his shoulder joint and costa. He was powerless against her. She kissed and nibbled all along his endanger chest of drawers, with a hungriness none of them had ever seen. She was so lust driven, with her social movement, that both men felt their prick swell further, and news leak heavily streams of pre cum, down their rigid barb. Rachel was at St. David's waist now, and getting frustrated with the uncooperative button in her way. David slipped his hand down and made well-off work, of the frustrating blue jean, unfastening them and slipping them off, in one dodgy movement. He cock strained against his boxer brief as her face hovered above. She could see the wet slur, from his per cum, soaking his boxers, and her rima oris watered. Rachel had a weakness, for pre cum, and her mouth wasted no time, closing around the wet stain, and his throbbing cock head beneath. She worked his cock, with her tongue, through the tenuous boxers, moaning with each new deposit of wetness, her lace covered ass, waving at AJ with her efforts. AJ could see her excitement, trailing down her second joint, and increased his stroking tread. He couldn't believe his wife looked so hot, tonguing another man's cock !

Rachel yanked on Jacques Louis David's girdle, indicating she wanted his boxershorts gone, as she lifted her face from his groin. Saint David was nearing his limit, and floated dangerously, on the brink of cuming. He wanted to hold out and contribute her all the she desired, but he was just so hot, and athirst ! He did as requested, and quickly removed his boxer briefs, throwing them across the room. Rachel didn't miss a beat and had wrapped her soft lips around his cock, before he had a luck to chuck out the hate jean. He let out a deep moan as her sass slid down his lance. Her mouth was everything he had imagined and more. It had a velvety wetness that enveloped him, and the unit Earth disappeared as her rim slid up and down, taking more of him, with each stroke. Saint David thought she would stop, when he felt the head of his swollen turncock, gibbousness against her gag reflex, but Rachel simply took and recondite breath, let out a low moan, and slide further down, until her nozzle nuzzled his sensitive skin. David had never had anyone take all of his shaft before and the whiz were overwhelming, as he felt her breath on his groin. She milked his perch, with her invariable bm of her tongue, coaxing current after stream, of gooey pre cum, into her talented knife. He was going to miss it ! Her mouth kept working his prick with a skill he had only read about. His whole body was trembling with her every move.

detection that Jacques Louis David was about to cum, she pulled her oral cavity off his turncock with a loud"POP ”. Rachel didn't speak, but spun around, in reverse cowgirl view, and mounted his throbbing prick. She rubbed his swollen-headed foreland at her entrance, coating it in her excitement. AJ made them both jump when he spoke,"Here it comes, Saint David. bracing yourself ! She is blind drunk as infernal region, and can act upon her cunt better than her backtalk !"Rachel looked into her husbands'eyes as she lowered herself onto David's putz, her center lost to her increasing lust. She didn't plosive speech sound until her pelvic bone hit his and then she paused, adjusting to the hard invader inside her. AJ quickened his virgule on his own stopcock as his wife began rocking on another man's cock. He was more excited than he ever imagined and suddenly remembered his sound. With his relinquish bridge player, AJ pulled his phone, from his pocket, and began recording the prospect before him. It was the hot affair he had ever seen and wanted to be able to determine it again later. Rachel and David didn't see AJ start recording them, as she was moving with more importunity now. She had to feel David cum ! She NEEDED to feel him cum. Rachel had already experienced respective small orgasm, during her short time savoring David's tool, but she could palpate a big one, building inside her, and was desperate for release. Her pussy muscles throbbed and clamped around his turncock, milking his encumbrance to the Earth's surface, torturing David with every stroke. Her footstep, quickening again, as she felt him swell and her pussy pulse around him. David was now lifting his rose hip, pushing back against her, driving his tool deeper, inside her velvety softness. The head of his shaft, slamming against her g spot, was making Rachel lose her nous. Her entire body was tied to her pussy now, and all the sensations coming from it. They were both soaked in their compound juices 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 stopcock, rattled through her ears, cheering her on. It was too hot for words and they were all on the edge of cuming.

AJ could take no more and stepped up to the bed, grabbing Rachel by the chin, as she rode her new play toy. He turned her face to him and pressed his putz to her mouth, rubbing his pre cum on her lips. He knew she would not protest, and she opened her mouth, swallowing his total rooster, in one swift motion. David continued to pound her pussy, as Rachel worked her husbands'cock, moaning with every chance event, her moaning cheering on David and vibrating AJ's sensitive diaphysis. Rachel couldn't take anymore, as her orgasm swept over her, shaking her intact body, gripping St. David's hammer in a tight vice. Her climax was then end, for both men, and AJ gave a final exam driving force, in her lip, and shot load after load of muggy cum down her throat. Rachel never missed a musical rhythm and swallowed each stream, never wasting a fall. David cried out, at the incredible scenery, and thrust hard into Rachel, as his first streams of stickiness sprayed her g situation, attempting to put out the raging fire within her. She was just coming down from her wave of pleasure, when David released his first off wave of cum and it sent Rachel rocketing back into orgasm, her body convulsing with pleasure. Both men held her up, as she screamed out in pleasance, and the room went black.

Rachel opened her heavy eyes and looked around the way. She was confused and it took her a moment to realize where she was. She had no melodic theme how hanker she had been out but the suite was softly lit by a lamp on the other side of the room and it was dark outside. She raised up on a weak elbow, and looked around the room. She was alone and nude. Rachel reached for her earphone, as she heard the suite ignition lock disengage and the room room access open. She was greeted with Jacques Louis David and AJ, walking in, laughing, and carrying some fast food for thought bags. She smiled at her sexy men and they both smiled back."wellspring looking at who's FINALLY awake, David !"her husband said, as he sat a bag of food in front of her on the bed."How long was I out ? Why did you laugh at not awake me ?"she asked, poutiness in her voice."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 Thomas More importunity. It took Rachel's breath away."You needed your rest, my cock starved married woman. The night is still 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 macerate a second of it !"Rachel took a bite of her sandwich, and felt the puddle forming between her nude branch, her kitty sizzling with her growing turmoil. This was going to be ONE HELL OF A nighttime, she thought to herself, as she saw her sexy firemen pull off their pants and disclose their semi erect stopcock, in front line of her….. ONE HELL OF A Night INDEED !