She does

"Kiss me," Derek insists as his hand cups your wife's full breast, his hand kneading the soft flesh through her silk blouse, his thumb toying with her now achingly hard nipple.

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You toss and turn in the bed, your hands gripping the sheets as you dream of your wife with this stranger, your cock hard and insistent as you dream about what is happening far away from you.

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Amy bites her lip, stifling the moan that his groping hands elicit from her, her back arching slightly, pushing more of her breast into his gently kneading fingers. Her body is trembling at his touch, at the way he knows exactly how to touch her. She remembers the promises she made to her husband, the pain that her cheating had caused her family, but those promises mean nothing in comparison to the pleasure that Derek is giving her now. Leaning up on her tiptoes, Amy opens her mouth, kissing this stranger with a fiery passion. It is a hard, needy kiss, Amy's mouth and tongue open and willing as Derek kisses her back, his hands on her body becoming more insistent, his groping becoming bolder, his fingers dipping between the buttons of her blouse to tease across the bare skin above her bra. She found herself hungrily sucking on Derek's tongue as his fingers dipped into the lace cup of her bra to gently pinch her nipple.

"I don't..." Amy gasped as the kiss ended, her breath coming in short hard gasps as she glanced around the still crowded dance floor, her cheeks flushing as she noticed several men watching her.

"Let's sit down," Derek said, taking her hand and leading her through the crowd of milling dancers back to their table. Amy slid silently into her seat, her brain foggy with drink, her body trembling with a confusing blend of nervousness and excitement. Not knowing what to say, or do, Amy found herself absently sipping at her drink. She jumped as she felt Derek's hand on her thigh beneath the table, his fingers sliding up over the bare flesh of her leg as she glanced nervously around the still crowded bar. Hopefully no one can see under the table, she thought to herself as Derek's hand moved higher, sliding up under her skirt, his large fingers caressing along the ticklish skin of her inner thigh, slowly approaching the juncture of her legs, his hand cupping the mound of her sex through her damp panties. Amy found herself trembling, her legs spreading slightly wider of their own volition as his finger slipped into the lace legband of her panties to caress the dewy lips of her sex. She choked on the last sip of her drink, the hot liquor burning her throat as she fought for air, as his finger curled between her labia, slowly, teasingly penetrating her. As she coughed, she looked anxiously around the bar, noting that several of the men were still glancing her way, still watching their table as Derek fingerfucked her beneath the table.

"Let's get out of here," Derek insisted gently, slipping his hand out of her panties, leaving her with a sudden empty feeling that almost brought tears to her eyes.

"I can't..." Amy started to protest, her words failing her as Derek took her wrist, pulling her left hand over to his crotch, pressing it to the large hard bulge in his pants. Amy found her fingers curling around the hardness she found there, her mind absently noting that Derek must be much larger than her husband as her fingers absently stroked him through his pants.

"Let's get out of here," Derek repeated.