I’d always heard it was possible.
But I’d never believed.
Only now that I was here,
With a grunt he lifted me onto the pool table, knocking aside the triangle of balls my husband had just prepared.
With my hips, I worked her into a frenzy, until she was on the point of cumming; then I backed off, slowing my thrusts to a crawl.
Legs splayed. Ass raised. He teased me.
His hands nursed my breasts.
Fondled them.
“Off,” He whispered in my ear, His breath hot on my neck.