Marathon sex.

As soon as I closed the door behind us, Deborah climbed on the bed and I dove between her outspread legs. For the next few hours we were fucking in every conceivable position we knew, switching from slow passionate lovemaking to hard fucking with hair pulling, nails scratching, and lots of screaming and grunting.

Deborah and I were excited that we had some quality time alone away from our wives. As much as we loved our spouses it was great to be with someone else -- Deborah admitted to me that she missed being fucked by a man and wished the day wouldn't end and I revealed to her that very idea of me trying to impregnate a lesbian excited me -- we were both each other's forbidden fruit!

"I think I'm pregnant with all this baby batter in me!" Deborah giggled while she tried to scoop the semen oozing from her reddened pussy.

"The day isn't over yet!" I chuckled, taking a swig of water.

"And if I don't get pregnant I look forward to you fucking me again next month..." she whispered and leaned over to give me a kiss.

But before I could kiss her there was a knock at the door.