It wasn’t until she slipped soundlessly through the door and to the end of Cal’s bed that Cherie noticed Cal’s cock and pubic region were moist. Anal sex And then she thought about her husband breeding her best friend, lurched upright, straddled Cal on the bed, grabbed his girthy cock, and sat down until she felt his head split her opening in painful bliss, filling her completely and coming to rest against her cervix. “Emily?” she called again. No, she came to think, as the convertible slowed and climbed up a gravel driveway lined with young pines, there would be little protection—every sensation must be felt, every dormant urge indulged, consequences be damned. Her mind flashed to the first time she took its bulbous head in her mouth, struggling with it but wanting it inside her, and how it hurt ever wonderfully when they made love for the first months of their relationship. The sun pressed its sharp heat into the tops of her pale shoulders, down the exposed portion of her arched back, and onto whatever pastel-white buttocks hung free from her floral-patterned panties askew around her crotch.
