She had the screaming orgasms, later, but she didn't send that message to her husband. Trish had left her phone by the door as soon as they got inside, grabbing her new lover's cock and drawing him upstairs, into the shower. It had been<em>years</em>since she had fooled around like that, and she had forgotten how fun being soapy was, on her big boobs, on his big dick. Almost as soon as she had washed herself off of it she had it back in her mouth that was "impossible to resist," and then inside her again. And again. He was rough and god if he wasn't foul mouthed. Mark said things to her-about her- that in another context she would have found offensive. But when she was on top of him, riding him and rubbing her pussy, she didn't mind him smacking her fat bottom at all.<br/><br/>They did it every which way, constantly changing positions, him using every hole. Patricia even let him pull it out of her ass and sucked it, spraying her tits with his seed. A break and she let Mark drink her husband's beer, then she was on him again, by the end of the night it took her nearly an hour to tease out a final, fourth load. When they woke up in the morning she found him ready to go again, but he had kept his promise, she was too sore inside. So she let him stick it between her tits, sucked the tip as he thrust at her face...they would most certainly be doing it again.<br/><br/>The sheets had just come out of the dryer when Chris got home that afternoon, and she was making the bed. The windows were open, letting in the cool, autumn air, and airing out the aroma of twelve hours of nearly nonstop sexual activity. "How was your trip?" she asked with a smile, moving about a little gingerly.