“Positve,” Rachael laughed, holding up her hand, showing a sizeable engagement ring and wedding band.  “But he never fucks me like this,” she groaned, rocking her hips against him.  There was no doubt about it – Andrew’s cock was easily twice the size of her husband’s, and Rachael was pretty confident that she wouldn’t have to worry about him losing control and ending things before she was ready.  She suspected that Andrew would be up – literally and figuratively – for whatever she wanted.  If she wanted him to fuck her on the dining room table, she didn’t think Andrew would argue.  Or if she wanted him to bend her over the kitchen counter, he wouldn’t put up much of a fuss, unlike her husband who always seemed to look for any possible excuse to get out of making love to his wife.<br/><br/>“Ohhhh….” Rachael groaned as Andrew pinched her nipples.  She moved her hips faster, his cock sliding in and out of her at a frenzied pace.  “Soooo goooooood…” she moaned.<br/>