My Night With A Hunk

I’ve always fancied my husband’s friend Steve. He’s gorgeous, a real hunk. I get wet just looking at him, thinking of the things I could do with him. When the chance came to feel him inside me, I took it. He didn’t disappoint, the feeling of his hands caressing my breasts, his nimble fingers stroking the wet lips of my pussy. And finally, penetration, my fantasies became reality. He was now on top of me, pushing inside ever deeper. At least I don’t have to worry about my husband finding out. He sat and watched the whole thing, pervert.