“Yes” was my response. “Would you have sucked his cock too?”
“Probably, you now I like that.”
I was still completely buried in Gail’s pussy. She had her eyes closed, as I did, savoring the feeling. Once or twice she would look at me with passion or for reaction.
“Would you talk with him, tell him to fuck you?
“I don’t think so” she sighed, as I started to pump in and out.
Would you like him to fuck you like this hard?” I asked, starting to pump forcefully.
“Yes, I would ask him to fuck me hard” Gail’s feet were hooked behind me pulling me into her in rhythm.
She was panting now, maybe reliving her afternoon liaison.
“Would you tell him you liked to fuck him more then your husband?
“I’d tell him he could fuck me all night,” she said in a rush of breath.
And then she tensed and started to cum.
“Do it to me Honey do it to… Ohhh yes Honey.”
I didn’t come. I stayed in her and she slept. We were on Holiday for three days now. She had secretly met and fucked two strange men. She talked about love and honesty and I thrilled to her liaisons as well as her small dabs of honesty. Wow, what at Holiday this was going to be, we still had thirteen days to go.