We meet on the porch

Ilook at her and think that it would be great if her husband would see her and react like a jealous husband should.

"You look very pretty. What does your husband think?"

"Oh, he won't care. He is always gone and when he is here he doesn't care," she said.

Just when she said those words, a shout came from the living room. "I don't care. Let me show you I don't care!" Her husband, a well built older man, slightly shorter than me storms to the porch. he grabs her by the hair and pulls her into the living room.

He slaps her twice and then pushes her down to the thick carpeted floor. She falls spreading her legs. Her dress rises above her waist exposing her naked pussy.

He shouts, "Slut! Let me show you that I don't acre!" With that he unzips his pants exposing at least a 10 inch very hard cock. He mounts her quickly and shoves it all the way in and begins to **** her.

'Please, no. Don't fuck me. It hurts..." blurts out from her mouth. He continues to pump away forcing french kisses on her.

This continues for 10 minutes. He has incredible staying power. I couldn't last that long. She is still crying and moaning. Her crys of "No, don't!" soon become "yes, yes!"

Soon he starts to spurt inside her while she is just at the point of orgasm. His thick cock is rubbing her raw. He squirts as a pained look shows on her face. 'Please fuck....fuck....you are so....fuck.....help.....fuck....fuck" she screams.

He finishes as she is just about to explode in passion. he then slaps her as she is pulled away from cumming.

He leaves the room muttering, "I don't care....I don't fucking care...."

She is lying there open and full. She begins to.....