Angela is the woman that all the males (and a good number of females) look at whenever she is at the gym. They watch her bend, stretch, jog, row and cycle. Her bum looks particularly nice when she is cycling. She doesn't have big tits that bounce around unfettered in her leotard. Now that she is naked and poised above me I can see that they are a little bit more than a perfect handful. She is slim but not the skinny slim of the top models or the poor girls that try to emulate them. She is the slim that guys love, nothing spare, a flat belly and a nice bum. A bum not big enough to be called an arse but certainly a 'rear of the year' candidate. Her brunette hair is tied back in a neat high pony-tail. She says she is early forties making her about the same age as The Bitch but her body and skin is that of a girl in her late twenties. Very fuckable! We'd spent the last twenty minutes or so rolling around on my king size bed. Kissing, cuddling, stoking and teasing interspersed with idle chit chat. She was in my bed of her own choice and we were both happy to be there. I decided that we had all night and that I'd let her make whatever moves she wanted. That we would fuck again was a given and it was up to her to decide when she was ready. We began to kiss again before she started to work her way down my body. I lay expectantly waiting for her lips to touch my cock. She didn't lick or tease, once there she opened her mouth and fed my cock in to the root then came slowly up to the head. My cock was well passed half mast even before she started her kissing expedition, by the time it reached the back of her throat it was ready for action. She went down twice more then took me in her hand and looked up my heaving body. She said nothing, just repositioned herself directly over my hard cock and eased the head between her pussy lips. I started to say something but her finger went straight to her lips, “Shush,” she instructed. I became silent, just laid there watching her. After teasing my cock along her pussy lips for a few moments she settled it carefully at the entrance. Her eyes closed, her head eased back a little and she lowered herself onto me. As my cock penetrated she let out a little sigh of pleasure. Now I'm not a big cocked guy, just a normal kind of guy with a normal sized cock. The Bitch has never once complained that my cock was too small to satisfy her, quite the opposite, she said it did an excellent job but was just the same cock every time. After she had taken an inch or so Angela raised herself up until cock and pussy nearly parted, she paused and started down again. More happy sighs and a little more penetration. Up again, down again. Each time a little more, each time a sigh and smile of contentment until she had me as far inside her as I could go. She wriggled, grunted and came. I had done nothing but was absolutely delighted, as you can imagine. She laid forward on top of me, her arms either side of my head, her pussy now sliding back and forth along my cock while she smothered me with soft tender kisses. “Thank you.” she murmured in my ear. “I did nothing,” I chuckled, “just laid still and thought of England,” and kissed her as soon as her mouth got close to mine. She sat up burying my cock deep inside her again. Another shudder followed by a smile. “In the last couple of months I've had far too many cocks shoved into my willing body and pounded away until they have unloaded their spunk inside me. Apart from opening my legs and welcoming them in I was not part of the process as a person. Just a hole to fuck. You let me take control, to enjoy the moments, feel the pleasure of cock sliding in and out of me, allowed my head to roll around the feelings of sheer pleasure. 'Thank you', isn't enough!” For the next hour we made soft, tender love. We rested a little but continued to play, explore and tease until her mouth started south again, heading for my cock. I was soon ready for action, not having shot my load at that time. “Can I have some more, pretty please?” she asked as she straddled me again and placed my hands firmly on her breasts. Once my cock was placed to her liking she forced herself hard down, penetrated to the full length. Her face screwed up and she squeezed her hands on top of mine. I dutifully squeezed her tits firmly. “Harder!” I tightened my grip. Her hands squeezed mine. I tightened again. More pressure from her so I squeezed as hard as I dared, twisted my grip a little and took her nipples betwixt finger and thumb and pinched hard. Her scream was one of lust and pleasure. She came and soaked my throbbing cock. She went limp supported only by the very firm grip I had on her tits. I started to ease off the pressure but she told me not to, to hold her tight while she recovered. She remained sitting on my cock, every now and then she gave it a friendly squeeze with her pelvic floor muscles but it couldn't stay rock hard forever so she just held it inside her. “How does your wife...” she started. “The Bitch!” I corrected, “my wife and The Bitch enjoy a Jekyll and Hyde existence.” I explained gently. “Sorry,” she apologised, “how does The Bitch keep her cunt smooth?” I explained how I had waxed her the first time. I could see that my words excited her so gave more and more detail about the reaction The Bitch had to the sudden pain, how she had cum and flooded and needed to be washed and dried after each section was stripped. She responded and her responses made my cock hard again. We fucked while I talked. She listened her only interruptions being the cries of delight. She had a massive orgasm right at the end when I told her that it had all happened online with a couple of dozen people watching. I told her that I had checked my handy-work with my tongue then fucked her hard, online. After she got her breath back she looked straight at me. “We've agreed, I think, that The Bitch is a spunk dump?” she asked tentatively. I agreed. “You waxed her, ate her out then fucked her online! That must make you a Dirty Bastard at least, I suggest.” she said. I agreed with a satisfied smile. “And I'm a married woman, happily riding your cock having told you that I'm more than willing to do anything you suggest.” she stated. I nodded. “What does that make me?” she asked. “Perfect?” I ventured. A smile spread across her face followed by a thoughtful frown. “When I went to that guys flat and found four lads waiting to fuck me I was over the moon. No thought of refusing. They all fucked me and filled me with their seed. I loved it. If we had then taken a break, sat around, chatted, had a drink or two then started again I would have made no complaint at all. If it had gone on all night I don't think I would have minded one bit. If I had returned the following weekend to find six guys waiting I'm certain I would have enjoyed myself but the silly bastard made me into a cum dump, a piece of fuck meat and wrecked what could have been a very nice arrangement. Does that not make me a cum slut?” she asked with a pained expression. “Arrrrh!” I said without any hesitation, “but a perfect cum slut. One that knows when to stop and walk away.” The smile returned to her face and she laughed, “So, do you think you can manage a spunk bucket and a greedy cum slut or have I to go and look for my pleasures elsewhere?” It's only just begun! More if you want it?