"There was barely any foreplay... he probably could have fucked me the second we walked into his room. I'd been soaking wet all night," my wife said. She paused, her eyes fluttering shut as she took a deep, purifying breath. "When I felt his cock inside me..." She shook her head. "I really thought it was going to be harder to cross that line. Turned out, it wasn't at all."
She looked at me, her face red and her eyes shimmering in the low light. "Did he wear a condom?" I asked.
"Yes, of course," she said, with a serious look on her face.
"Did he make you come?"
"Oh yeah," she responded, this time with a smile. "Twice."
