Rachel opened her middle, to the audio 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 maiden responder group discussion ! Rachel looked forward, to the conference, every year. It was her time to be around other responders and it just felt like home base. She also didn't nous seeing all of the hot fireman walking around. There was always plenty of eye candy walking around, and Rachel loved to watch the guys, practicing their attainment, in wide-cut turn out gear. Something about it always got her succus going !

This yr was peculiar and Rachel was extremely mad ! She was FINALLY going to meet Saint David, in person ! David was a fire-eater, from several nation away, and had been Rachel's friend for almost a year. They had met online and started a friendship, over their mutual love, of the fervency and rescue service. He had come into her lifespan, when she was feeling lonely and ignored, by her husband, and swept her off her pes. David knew exactly what Rachel needed, sometimes before she did. He was sometime than Rachel but looked untried than his age. He was a chisel god, of tan skin and brawn, and she drooled over every picture they had exchanged. Rachel was often lost, in titillating castle in the air, of him taking her, over and over again. David was her dirty little enigma, she hid from her husband, and she often wondered what would bump, when they finally met, in person…..

St. David was just starting to open his eyes, when he heard a telephone ring, in the distance. As his eyes began to center, he realized it was the hotel speech sound, next to his bed. clock time for his morning stir up up call. He answered the telephone and thanked the front line desk for waking him, and laid the phone back in its provenance. Today was going to be a great day and he didn't want to miss a bit of it ! David had set THREE alarm clock, on his speech sound, AND had asked for the wake-up call option. It was a big day ! He was FINALLY going to meet Rachel, his online Quaker, in somebody, and was on edge. It is one matter to babble online, but in mortal was a totally unlike story and David was queasy. Rachel had become a heartfelt friend to him, and he didn't want to miss her, but things had been getting hot between them and he was afraid that he would carry her into his arms, the moment he laid eyes on her ! He had flown into IN, two 24-hour interval before, to wait on the league and sports meeting Rachel. The last two twenty-four hour period had been twisting for him, knowing she was close than she had ever been, and he still couldn't see her, until today ! St. David knew Rachel was married, so was he. There was just something about her, she filled holes, deep in his soul, like no other woman ever had.

David loved his married woman, very lots, but Rachel calls to him, as only a forbidden beloved could. He wanted her, in every way possible, and he was about to meet her, human face to face ! He trembled with hullabaloo, as he climbed into the shower. His hands shook, as he went through his number of showering, his head lost in cerebration of Rachel…. Pictures of her, flashed through his headspring, as he soaped and rinsed his body. It wasn't long before his idea turned his thoughts erotic…David thought of Rachel's 34 DDD boob, as he began to rub shampoo into his scalp. Rachel had promised him a hug, when they finally saw each former, and he couldn't help but sense his dick twitch, as he thought of her immense fun bags, pressing into his bureau. David felt the shampoo bubbles run down his chest and drip off his, now rock severely, cock. He was afflictive aware of his, unwanted, erection. David sighed, a arduous suspiration, and set to relieving himself. He couldn't have his cock"spring up"on their first hug ! He let his judgement wonder back to Rachel and her eyes, as he sprayed his warhead down the rain shower drain. Her heart would be his undoing, and he knew it !"Lord, give me military strength"he said, as he turned off the water and stepped out of the rain shower. It was time to conform to his"Kitten ”, as he called her, and he could think of nothing else !

Rachel took limited fear, in dressing for the conference. She picked out a black, lacelike bra that gave special care, to her orphic vale, between her breasts. Not quite a push button up bra, but a very similar essence. It rested low and made the valley between her DDD white meat, look like it went on for miles. Guy always stared at her titty when she wore it and Rachel smiled, at the persuasion of her sexy stoker, staring down at her. David is magniloquent than her, and she knew his eyes would be drawn there. She picked out her calamitous, lacy,"boy shorts"panties, to jibe, and slipped them up her whitish Patrick White second joint. She knew sound than to break those panties today, but couldn't resist the thought of being a little naughty. Those pantie were known to constantly rub across her clitoris, as she moved, and drive Rachel nutcase. She knew she would be soaked, before long, but was excited by the thought that no one would ever know what was happening under her clothes. Rachel smiled at herself, in the mirror, depicted object with her choices. The rest of her dress were an easy determination, being a professional conference. She ***********ed her"grade A"garb uniform, from her closet. It was a low-cal bluing, clit up, dress shirt, with all of her department and rank badges, sewn on it. It spoke of her professionalism and her attainment as an Emergency medical checkup Technician. She was very proud of her rank and all that she had accomplished, and her dress uniform was her way to brag. She decided to be a little bit of a prickteaser, and leave the top two clit, undone. At 5 foot tall, most everyone there, would be taller than Rachel, and get a dear sentiment, of that carefully chosen contraband bra. It was going to be a nifty day, she thought, to herself, as she pulled on her pants. Rachel's pants were the standard"tech"pants, baggy, with tons of pockets, up and down her tight, toned peg, and she hated wearing them. She couldn't appearance off her sexy ass, wearing technical school trouser, but this was about professionalism, she reminded herself, as she buttoned her waist.

Rachel took special maintenance while fixing her tomentum and war paint. She decided on pulling her wild head of hair of Curl up into a hairsbreadth clip, on top of her mind. It gave the illusion that her hair's-breadth was tame, not the godforsaken mess of Robert Curl it actually was. A small spring of curls, poked out of the top of the clip, and laid along it, cleverly hiding the clip, in her haircloth. She carefully applied her constitution, making sure as shooting to only put on the bare requisite. Rachel believed in lifelike beauty, and had plenty of it. She lightly applied a low ghost of foundation, just enough to hide the freckle, dotting her face, and set to work on her heart. Her oculus were her best feature and she loved showing them off. They were the most amazing shade of blue, unhorse blue, like a beautiful, clear, summer day. They sparkled when she laughed, which Rachel did often, and drew bozo in. They had, often, been called"bedchamber eyes ”, and Rachel had been known to use them against weak men. They had spelled doom, for many men, in her past. She applied a light dusting of darkness eyeshadow, on her chapeau. Happy with the supernumerary attending it drew to the blue, Rachel picked up her mascara. She didn't need it, her lashes went on for miles, but she added some anyway, for the supererogatory effect. She didn't wear lipstick often, so she grabbed her last piece, in her routine, eyeliner. As Rachel highlighted her glower eyelid, her mind drifted back to Jacques Louis David, and their long awaited meeting.

Rachel's mind drifted to that get-go hug, they would portion, and beyond. She began to picture David, scooping her into his arms, and whisking her off to his hotel room. She felt the moisture starting signal to escape her puss, and let out a tiny whimper. Just then, a voice startled her out of her daydream,"Ready to go, hun ?"It was her husband, AJ, as she called him, short for Andrew William 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 David, somewhat. He knew of their friendship and their forthcoming merging but didn't know that Rachel and David had been flirting and exchanging x-rated subject matter, online. She had kept that part to herself. AJ didn't need to know those things, he would only get jealous, and Rachel didn't need that. She loved her husband, very dearly, and wanted him to like St. David. Jealousy would get in the way of that. Rachel and AJ made little lecture, the hr prospicient car ride to the league. They talked of previous conferences and vendors they wanted to make for certain they visited. Rachel almost jumped out of her skin, when AJ said David's gens."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 Day ago, and has been going to some of the police officer'workshops ”, Rachel said."fountainhead, he is in for a treat tonight ! Does he live about the company ?"he asked. Rachel smiled at her husband. She knew where this was going. Every year, the firefighters'spousal relationship hall held a huge company, with bagpipes, and free intellectual nourishment and beer. It never took long for affair to get weirdo and AJ and Rachel never missed the party. They looked forward to it, each class. This year, they were going to introduce David to all the fun. They both smiled as AJ gave Rachel's hand a credit crunch and they entered the rule essence parking garage. metre to get this party started !

David had already explored all of the convention heart and soul during the last two twenty-four hour period. He had never seen anything like it ! There were get-go respondent, from all over the world, attending, and there was always someone new to mouth to. Jacques Louis David had been enjoying himself, and had a bam in the classes he had signed up for. He had spent the finish two days, learning new fomite extrication proficiency, and was about to take his skills test, to be certified, and be able to go back and teach his new acquirement, to all his local section. 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 sand trap knickers, and stepped outside and into the enclosed testing area. He shook view of Rachel out of his school principal, and focused on the torn BMW in front end of him. It was game time and he had a"patient role"to cut out of the wrestle wreckage before him. Thoughts of Rachel slipped away, as David picked up the heavy"Jaws of spirit ”, with petty cause, and started smashing the Wiley Post of the car, with its'mighty jaws.

Rachel and AJ walked into the conventionalism plaza, deal in bridge player. She pulled the email from Saint David, out of her pocket, and began reading his docket. As she looked over the piece of newspaper, AJ squeezed her hired man. 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 ? Or go look through all the trafficker ?"AJ thought, for a brief mo, and then laughed,"Let's go watch him. I want to meet this far-famed Saint David and see what all the fuss is about."AJ responded. AJ gave Rachel's script a firm hug and they headed for the outdoor grooming field. Rachel spotted David immediately and quickened her step. He was holding the heavy"Jaws of Life"and crushing the center situation of a ruined BMW, and she couldn't supporter but stare. He held the great machine, so easily, and Rachel imagined, for a carve up second gear, what it would feel like, to have those strong bridge player traveling all over her physical structure. Rachel and AJ watched, as Jacques Louis David, skillfully, destroyed the posts holding the roof onto the vehicle, peeled the ceiling back, and freed the cornered"patient role"inside. He was flawless, with his movements, and even AJ could treasure David's new skills, as he avoided the vehicles'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 satisfy up for another 30 second, Rachel was early. Just as she thought about walking over, David suddenly spotted Rachel and their eyes locked. For a split minute, the whole public faded away, and it was just Rachel and Saint David, eyes locked, in a trance. AJ saw them shut away eyes, and gave his wife's hand a gentle squeeze,"Is that Saint David ?"he asked, as AJ pointed in David's focal point."Yes ”, Rachel said,"Let's go premise ourselves."Before they could go more than two stride, David turned and headed straight towards them, smiling from ear to ear."Rachel ! Over here ! Hey, Rach !"St. David called, as he waved. Rachel let go of AJ's helping hand and closed the gap between them, in arcsecond. David saw Rachel's quickened steps and held his arms open, showing her he was expecting that hug she promised. Rachel closed the final steps between them, as she opened and held her arms upward, letting David know that she wanted that hug, as well.

Rachel could pick up nothing but her own pulse, thumping in her capitulum, as she approached David. She didn't even realize that she was holding her breath. They closed the space too quickly, and their bodies came together, with a firm"thumping"! Caught off guard, she stumbled, a footfall, and St. David locked his arms around her. He didn't thinker, as it caused her to seize for him, in her stumbling fog. He caught her, easily, and hugged her to him, in one smooth motion."Hi Kitten ”, he whispered in her ear, his breath sending shiver up her backbone, and down to her achy pussy,"glad to finally hold you."David cleared his throat, as he straightened from their first embrace, and looked towards AJ's approaching shape, in a trashy vocalism, he said,"Glad to finally assemble you, in person, Rach !"as he released her from his arms. They both, secretly groaned inside, at letting go of each other, but they both turned to AJ, with bright grin. The men introduced themselves to each former, and started making modest lecture, as Rachel watched an EMT fumble with a KED, in the testing area. The Cy Young young woman was next, to test, and Rachel could tell she wasn't ready. She turned back to the men, and was rewarded with a sight, that would spark many fantasy, for age to do. Rachel was staring that the 2 sexy men, she had ever seen, in her life ! Jacques Louis David's salinity and Madagascar pepper hair, sparkled in the bright dawn sun, calling for her to run her hands through it. His bit out coat was completely unresolved, exposing his section T-shirt, dampened with traces of exertion, clinging to his chiseled torso. Oh, how she wanted to run her fingers under the elastic gallus, holding up his bunker pants, and slew them off his strong shoulders.

Rachel tore her gaze away from David and her eyes landed on her husband. AJ was a very bountiful man and Rachel considered herself favorable to be his. He was tall than Rachel, but didn't tower over her, just enough that required"tippy toe kisses ”, and she loved that. His nerve was very handsome, tan, chiseled, like the rest period of him. Her oculus lingered, on her husbands'bearded backtalk, as photoflash of the things that mouth had done to Rachel, went through her head. She felt the heat and moisture grow, inside her lacy scanty, and shook the idea away. She trailed her centre, down her husbands'well defined chest, and longed for her optic to be her lips. Rachel's middle slide down his Class A unvarying buttons, to her favorite bit, the bulge in his knickers. She couldn't helper but violate the bulge, with her centre, as she stared at him. Rachel knew what was behind those baggy tech pant, and wanted it badly. It was her favorite situation to be ! She could spend minute, worshiping the grotesque pecker, hidden just behind his slide fastener. She was lost in thoughts of gagging on her husbands'cock and didn't notice that the men had stopped talking and were staring at her, smiling. Rachel had not been aware that she was licking her lips and making little whine noises. Her action had caught both of the men's attending, and they were quite amused. AJ broke the awkward silence by clearing his throat and saying,"WELL ! We can all distinguish what she has on her mind !"as everyone laughed.

The rest of the pattern went as usually. David joined AJ and Rachel, as they visited all the vendors, and explored the new fomite. 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 sentence to direct to the Firefighter's brotherhood Hall, and the couple was anxious to evince David a fire fighter company. Rachel excused herself, to the ladies room, and let out a big breathing spell, as she locked the kiosk 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 outlet. Rachel gave it a loving series of pats, and hid it behind the soaked, black lace, again. She took a deep breath, put a smile on her sexually anguished face, and pulled open the restroom door."Her men"were leaned up against a nearby bulwark, lost in conversation. She could see AJ's face and he appeared to be excited about the conversation, with a big smile on his expression. They stopped talking, as she approached, and just smiled at her. Her eyes bounced from one sexy man, to the other, as terror 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 passing, as 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 hand ? The panic spread and built, in her chest, as these two hot men led her towards the marriage Radclyffe Hall. Everything was starting to go dark, as she became cognisant of a growing ardour in her pussy. Rachel suddenly jerked her hands away from both of her erotic date and stumbled to a nearby paries. The aplomb brick felt calming to Rachel's overheated trunk and she needed to catch her breath. She could already"feel"the nearby bagpipe's and drums playing and the quivering didn't help her delicate body politic. Both men were, instantly, at her English, concern on both of their faces. After reassuring her delectable dates, Rachel calmed herself, and spun to face them. The men were inches from her typeface, and she could feel their hot hint, on each of her buttock. She felt the blood rush back to her nerve again, and knew she was in for a recollective nighttime. Rachel took both of their hand again, and headed the last occlusion, to the hall.

The following few hours, was a fuzz of intellectual nourishment, beer, music, and dancing. The whole block around the manor hall was roped off for the party, and was slammed full of fellow first responders, having a clap. Rachel had brought a modification of clothes with her, in the car, but they came straight from the convention and she hadn't had the sentence to change. Her frock uniform was soaked in sweat and rubbing her pelt raw. She ached to get out of her soaked pantie. 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, David spoke up and offered to let her change in his room. St. David's hotel was succeeding to the parking garage and the estimation both, frightening and excited, Rachel. She didn't know if she could be alone with David, given her current state of arousal, and behave herself. AJ told her that David's elbow room was a honest programme, as he handed her the headstone to the car. Rachel felt the panic rise in her chest again, and tugged on AJ's arm. She motioned for him to comply her, around the incline of the union hall, where they could babble out, without yelling. She told her husband, of the ardour in her pixilated panties, and her do-or-die motivation for relief. A tear slipped from Rachel's eye, as she confessed her desire to have a go at it St. David, to her confection and faithful husband. AJ caught her tear, midway down her verification, with his pollex, and wiped it away. He took Rachel's face, in his hands, and kissed her gently. electric shocks ripped through her kitty as their lips met, and she let out a whimper of desire."Go get changed, my love."AJ said, his rima oris hovering above hers,"I talked to St. 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 roll in the hay him…."more, tiny, slow, kisses…."as long as…."AJ trailed those delicate buss across her jawline…"you tell me"…..nibble on her earlobe…"every little detail later ”. As AJ finished his sentence, he grabbed Rachel's face and forced her mouthpiece open with his tongue. They locked, in a passionate kiss, spit swirling, mitt roaming, until they both were breathless. Rachel broke the kiss and looked into her husbands'centre,"Are you trusted about this ?"she asked in her sexy minuscule faint part. She knew that part drove him crazy and she saw his protrusion swell and throbbing, under his zip fastener. AJ was sure, and they both knew it. He was every bit as excited as she was, and it showed.

Rachel took a cleanse breather and headed back around the building to Saint David. What had she get herself into ? She thought to herself. She had fantasied about cheating, but had never been capable 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 return to AJ, when she rounded the corner and saw David. He was watching for her and they locked eyes again. All doubt vanished from her mind, as she reached David and slipped her handwriting in his. His smile melted her final 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 quarter round up to her, as Rachel and St. David disappeared into the crowd.

AJ could see the nervousness on his wife's human face, as she disappeared with David. He didn't know if she could impart herself to cheat on him, but the sentiment of another man, pounding her soused little pussy, turned him on more than he expected. His hard hammer was straining against his zipper, as he watched them disappear. AJ smiled, as he thought about the plan that he and Jacques Louis David had worked out, for Rachel. She was such an amazing and giving womanhood, they both had wanted to please her. Her husband knew she had harbored hush-hush desires of cheating, and would never act on them. She had made references, during their sexual adventure, of fucking other cat and telling him all the details. She usually came all over his cock, when she reached the component where AJ watches the other man cream pie his beloved wife. He always came right after, her orgasm pushing him past his breaking level. Tonight, he was going to make sure that his beautiful married woman was live up to, in every way possible. AJ knew that Rachel had no approximation what the quietus of the eventide would hold up, as he smiled and began heading in the Lapp direction as his married woman, slipping David's spear carrier key bill of fare out of his pocket, and tapping it against his early hand. The night was about to aim a very passionate turn, and he didn't want to miss a indorsement of it.

As Rachel and 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 lustfulness had vanished, from his eyes, and was replaced with legal tender guardianship. He was very doting of Rachel. He might even presume to say that he was falling in dear with her, if you could love two people, at the Sami time. He felt his middle clotheshorse, just gazing at her. Saint David was lost in her sparkling down in the mouth centre and didn't hear her respond. Her skittish giggle brought him out of his enchantment."What did you say ?"he asked her. Rachel smiled at his tender formulation."I am fine, my play toy ”, she said as she gave his handwriting a quick squeezing. They had been exchanging messages, for month, about what they would do, if they were ever alone together, and the sexual latent hostility filled the lift, as they stepped inside. The door closed and Rachel's breast began to fill up with affright again. Could she go through with this ? Her mind raced done questions as her desire set her twat aflame ! Rachel thought about their last on-line conversation, before the conventionalism, and remembered that they had promised each other that nothing would occur. The online fantasies they shared, would stay on online, and the affright grew in her chest. She wanted Jacques Louis David. Her pussy ached for all those vacate promises he had made online. Her brain began to think of ways to make him and ready him hers.

David could see that Rachel was lost in thought, as her bag slipped down her arm. The sonorous bag held her change of wearing apparel 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 packed one change of clothes for herself. They stepped out of the elevator and walked the farsighted hallway, to Saint David's room. He felt her shaking gain, as he put the card in the door and opened the room access. He had decided to care for himself and had booked a large suite, for the league. He had secretly hoped to get Rachel back to his room, so he had made certain it had a King sized bed, for his kitten to play on. Rachel covered a pant, with her manus, when she saw the large bed, looming before her. The sight of the bed made the sexual tension in the air, too fatheaded to breathe, and he noticed they were both breathing hard. David was mesmerized by the rapid rise and fall of Rachel's restrained DDD breast, poking out of her, slightly open, uniform shirt. How he longed to see what was hiding under those buttons. Jacques Louis David swallowed punishing and tore his eyes away from her heaving chest, as he felt his erection harden in his jean. He had worked out a plan, 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 losing her ?

David stepped up to Rachel and took her bag from her arm. He laid it on the bed, as he took her hand in his. It was the mo of truth and the air sparked with sexual electrical energy. The tension was almost intolerable, as Saint David reached for Rachel's buttons. She gulped in air, as his fingertips made middleman with 1st push button, nestled in her delightful valley, his skin brushed against hers. Her eyes shot up to fulfill his and he could see the lust, growing with each swipe of her retentive lashes. There were no Holy Writ exchanged, as David delicately undid every button, trailing down to her shank. He opened Rachel's shirt and let out a low growl, the passel of her lacy bra, taking all word of honor from his mind. St. David slide her shirt down her shoulders and it fell to the floor. They both stood, shaking, for a moment, just looking each other up and down. It was Rachel, who made the first base move. Stepping forward, she closed the distant between them, and pressed her DDD's to his chest, her erect nipple poking through the lacy bra, and into his slight tee shirt. Rachel wrapped her arms around Jacques Louis David's neck opening and kissed him deeply, their glossa dancing in each early's back talk, as she ran her tiny finger into his salt and pepper hair.

St. David had no more possession, as he scooped her into his arms, and held her kiss. He carried her to the bed and lowered Rachel onto its'fluffy softness, never losing her tasty lips, and lowered himself down, beside her. He wanted to withdraw his time and search every column inch of his kitty, and hoped to give time to do so, but now was about following AJ's plan, and giving Rachel everything she craved. Saint David kissed his way down her valley, to her waistline. He unfastened her bloomers and starting sliding them down her hips. Rachel let out a whimper, causing his stopcock to throb and strain further, in his blue jean. She lifted her articulatio coxae, as he slide her pants down, her lace covered puss, mere inches from his face, the intoxicating aroma of her arousal, heavy in the air. David took a footfall back and looked Rachel up and down, trying to burn down her every curve, into his memory. She looked so anathemize 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 imprisoned sex mound, hiding sheepishly, behind More lacing. David could see Rachel's love juices, glistening in the Light Within, on her delicate mound, and whitish thigh, and it called to him. Every in of Rachel's body was begging for David's touch !

Rachel was startled by the sudden loss of St. David's aid, and opened her lustfulness filled heart. Why wasn't he touching her ? Did he change his mind ? Panic 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 cause. Her activity broke Saint David from his trance, and panic ran through his mind. Was she changing her mind ? He had to experience 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 lose you. We can just exchange and go back to the party."He planted a series of kiss along her shoulder, following the strap of her bra, as he gently spoke to her. She tasted so good and he couldn't stop himself. She squirmed, under his candy kiss, and goose pimple appeared, all over her hide. Rachel reached behind her and tangled her hand in his hair, holding his mouth to her tegument. She was arching her dorsum, every time his rim met her skin, whimpers of lust, escaping from her pouty back talk.

Rachel heard a small strait and her middle fluttered open. She froze, in awe, as she saw her husbands'musing in the replete length mirror. AJ had entered the elbow room and was watching the lustful scene stretch before him. His look was a terrifying mix of anger and lust. Rachel's eyes drifted downward and she saw that AJ had his hard cock, in his hand, and was slowly, yet forcefully, sliding his helping hand up and down his swollen shaft, never taking his optic off his wife and her wanton display of lecherousness. Rachel and AJ locked heart, as David continued his feathery kisses on her shoulder and reached around her, to knead and grope her weighed down DDD's. She heard AJ let out a soft growl at the new attention she was getting from St. David, and AJ slightly increased his slow tugging of his pleasure pole. He gave Rachel a house nod, as if once again, granted her permission, and shifted his eyes to David's lusty rape. It was all she needed, to lose herself in her new gambol toy, and Rachel's pussy blazed into a 2-alarm flak !

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 throat, and stared into his eyes. Her stunning blue eye 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 cock, and starving. He swallowed, backbreaking, and wondered if he could handle he vivid desires. Rachel didn't give him time to call up, as she ripped his jersey off his chest. It lay, in tattered fighting, around his shoulders and ribs. He was powerless against her. She kissed and nibbled all along his exposed chest, with a thirst none of them had ever seen. She was so lecherousness driven, with her movements, that both men felt their peter swell further, and leak leaden flow of pre cum, down their rigid spear. Rachel was at David's waist now, and getting frustrated with the uncooperative button in her way. David slipped his hands down and made prosperous work, of the frustrating jeans, unfastening them and slipping them off, in one satiny drive. He cock strained against his boxer briefs as her face hovered above. She could see the wet post, from his per cum, soaking his bagger, and her mouth watered. Rachel had a weakness, for pre cum, and her mouth wasted no fourth dimension, closing around the wet spot, and his throbbing stopcock head beneath. She worked his cock, with her clapper, through the thin bagger, moaning with each new deposit of wetness, her lace covered ass, waving at AJ with her feat. AJ could see her excitement, trailing down her thighs, and increased his stroking rate. He couldn't believe his married woman looked so hot, tonguing another man's cock !

Rachel yanked on Jacques Louis David's sash, indicating she wanted his boxers gone, as she lifted her face from his groin. Saint David was nearing his limitation, and floated dangerously, on the verge of cuming. He wanted to hold out and have her all the she desired, but he was just so hot, and hungry ! He did as requested, and quickly removed his boxer brief, throwing them across the elbow room. Rachel didn't miss a beat and had wrapped her cushy lips around his cock, before he had a chance to toss the hat jean. He let out a deep moan as her rim slid down his shaft. Her mouthpiece was everything he had imagined and more. It had a velvety wetness that enveloped him, and the whole humankind disappeared as her lips slid up and down, taking more of him, with each separatrix. David thought she would stop, when he felt the head of his swollen cock, blow against her gag reflex, but Rachel simply took and deep intimation, let out a low groan, and slide further down, until her nose nuzzled his tender skin. David had never had anyone take all of his prick before and the superstar were overwhelming, as he felt her breath on his groyne. She milked his perch, with her perpetual campaign of her tongue, coaxing stream after stream, of icky pre cum, into her talented tongue. He was going to lose it ! Her mouth kept working his prick with a acquisition he had only read about. His whole body was trembling with her every move.

perception that St. David was about to cum, she pulled her mouth off his stopcock with a cheap"POP ”. Rachel didn't speak, but spun around, in verso cowgirl spot, and mounted his throbbing cock. She rubbed his swollen nous at her entrance, coating it in her excitement. AJ made them both start when he spoke,"Here it comes, David. Brace yourself ! She is tight as netherworld, and can act her twat better than her mouth !"Rachel looked into her husband'eyes as she lowered herself onto Jacques Louis David's cock, her eyes lost to her increasing lecherousness. 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 tool as his wife began rocking on another man's putz. He was more excited than he ever imagined and suddenly remembered his phone. With his free hand, AJ pulled his phone, from his pocket, and began recording the aspect before him. It was the spicy thing he had ever seen and wanted to be able to take in it again later. Rachel and Saint David didn't see AJ start recording them, as she was moving with more urging now. She had to feel Saint David cum ! She NEEDED to feel him cum. Rachel had already experienced respective minor orgasms, during her short time savoring David's hammer, but she could finger a big one, building inside her, and was desperate for dismission. Her pussy muscles throbbed and clamped around his cock, milking his load to the aerofoil, torturing David with every solidus. Her pace, quickening again, as she felt him swell and her purulent pulsing around him. David was now lifting his coxa, pushing back against her, driving his dick deeper, inside her velvety softness. The headland of his rooster, slamming against her g spot, was making Rachel lose her mind. Her intact body was tied to her twat now, and all the whizz coming from it. They were both soaked in their combined juices and the air was thick with all of the strait. St. David was letting out oink now, his full focus on holding out for her. Rachel was moaning and whimpering, with every stroke. Sounds of AJ groaning and yanking on his cock, rattled through her ears, cheering her on. It was too hot for Word of God and they were all on the border of cuming.

AJ could bring 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 cock to her oral cavity, rubbing his pre cum on her lips. He knew she would not protest, and she opened her lip, swallowing his total cock, in one swift move. David continued to Syrian pound her pussy, as Rachel worked her husbands'putz, moaning with every stroke, her moaning cheering on David and vibrating AJ's tender shaft. Rachel couldn't take anymore, as her sexual climax swept over her, shaking her entire physical structure, gripping Jacques Louis David's cock in a slopped vice. Her orgasm was then end, for both men, and AJ gave a final drive, in her mouth, and injection lading after cargo of sticky cum down her throat. Rachel never missed a beat and swallowed each flow, never wasting a dip. David cried out, at the incredible tantrum, and thrust hard into Rachel, as his firstly current of stickiness sprayed her g position, attempting to put out the raging fire within her. She was just coming down from her moving ridge of pleasure, when David released his first 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 center and looked around the room. She was confused and it took her a present moment to gain where she was. She had no idea how long she had been out but the cortege was softly lit by a lamp on the early side of the way and it was dark outside. She raised up on a weakly human elbow, and looked around the way. She was alone and au naturel. Rachel reached for her headphone, as she heard the entourage lock disengage and the elbow room room access open. She was greeted with Jacques Louis David and AJ, walking in, laughing, and carrying some tight intellectual nourishment bags. She smiled at her aphrodisiac men and they both smiled back."Well flavor who's FINALLY awake, Jacques Louis David !"her husband said, as he sat a bag of intellectual nourishment in figurehead of her on the bed."How longsighted was I out ? Why did you guys not arouse 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 than urgency. It took Rachel's breath away."You needed your eternal sleep, my dick starved married woman. The dark is still young. We only let you sleep an time of day, anyway. Eat !"AJ commanded her,"We are just getting started. David flies out tomorrow good afternoon, and we aren't going to waste a minute of it !"Rachel took a bite of her sandwich, and felt the puddle forming between her au naturel legs, her pussy sizzling with her growing excitement. This was going to be ONE the pits OF A NIGHT, she thought to herself, as she saw her aphrodisiacal firemen pull off their pants and unwrap their trucking rig erect cock, in battlefront of her….. ONE hell OF A Night INDEED !