Pull out... And plunge back in.

Remembering Karen, I started to pull out... But the feeling of Barbara's wet pussy pulling against me changed my mind. She gave me a wicked smile, as if she could tell what I was thinking. I slammed back in, and she moaned.

"Oh, fuck me, Matt," she said. I lustfully agreed, and slammed into her again. Her nipples were enormous, like peanuts, and she kept getting wetter. She was clearly into our illicit fuck session at least as much as I was — or at least, her avatar was programmed to behave like it for my benefit. She offered up one of her hefty breasts to my mouth, and I sucked hard on her. She gasped, and met my eyes.

"Fuck me harder than you'd fuck your boring little wifey," she whispered darkly. "We've met, you remember." They had, not long after Barbara and I had our first business deal together. Barbara had been polite, but had seemed unimpressed. As good as Karen looked, I had to admit she had nothing on Barbara. I grabbed Barbara's wrists with one hand, holding them above her head as I kept hammering into her. She moaned appreciatively.

"Fuck me harder than that whore you brought to the conference," she said, slyly.

"She's not a whore," I grunted, "She's my wife's best friend."

Barbara yelped as my dick hit against her cervix, and then laughed. "Fuck me like you'd fuck your wife's best friend, then." We rolled over, and she slid off and crawled seductively towards the lounge chair. Her ass swayed back and forth hypnotically, slick with the mixture of juice, sweat, and precum from our manic session. She propped herself up on the chair's arms, back still facing towards me. "Fuck me exactly like you'd fuck your wife's best friend... Bent over your hotel bed, and screaming." I walked over and eased my dick back into her slick hole from behind. "Rougher," she whispered. "If your wife's best friend seduced you, you wouldn't be so nice."

I jackhammered into her for what seemed like forever. She was moaning and twisting underneath me, shrieking, convulsing with pleasure. She came, and kept going. Finally, she looked back over her shoulder, her face dripping with perspiration. We didn't have much time; I was getting close.

"I only want there to be one difference from how you'd fuck your wife's best friend," she said, trailing off as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. "What difference," I asked as I pounded her from behind. Not much time left.

"I want you to cum harder for me" she hissed greedily.