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.
“Off,” He whispered in my ear, His breath hot on my neck.
Swaying her hips from side to side, my wife coaxed him on top of her. He mounted her from behind, pinning her against the couch.
“Good morning,” says a passerby.
Pleasure starved, I grow reckless:
More skin, fewer clothes,