He plunged into her with a single, purposeful thrust. Not violently, yet not tenderly either. His sizable cock fully buried into her as she lay draped face down over the table that she and her husband shared so many meals together at. Any feelings of guilt she may have had at that thought were fleeting as the warmth of the smooth wood pressed against her bare chest, gently massaging her breasts as she bounced forward repeatedly from his impaling. It was just high enough off the ground that only the tips of the toes on one of her feet could touch the floor at any given time, increasing the sensation of rapacious vulnerability she began to enjoy as his sack slapped against her clit, teasing her with tormentingly brief sparks of pleasure every time he re-entered her. He wasn't the largest she'd ever had, but certainly larger than she'd enjoyed in a long time, stretching her to the very razors edge of pain and pleasure.