Mike takes off his trunks

"Now you come to mention it," Mike said and whipped off his trunks, letting his cock bounce free. He was fully erect, and Joanne gazed appreciatively at his penis. It was thicker than Peter's, though about the same length, with a prominent vein snaking its way to his purple crown. His balls hung low. It was all Joanne could do to avoid licking her lips. "Do you like what you see then?" said Mike.

Joanne was entranced. "Mm," she hummed. But then realised that this could mean no way back. "But, Mike, I'm a married woman."

"And?"

"And," she took a deep breath, "I think we should fuck."

Mike knelt in front of her, and spread her legs apart. He bent down and kissed her on the lips. Joanne could feel his penis poke hopefully against the top of her pubic mound. She opened her mouth and took his tongue in. She was so wet, even without touching her clit. Joanne wanted Mike in her now. A small voice in her mind told her that she should use some contraception, but this was shouted down by her body screaming for Mike's beautiful, hard cock to slam into her. She reached down and handled his penis, positioning it at the entrance to her cunt. "Do it," she breathed, "fuck me, and fuck me hard."