I want to do it again... and soon."Bob thought for a moment as he looked at his well used wife."It doesn't bother me Carol. I have secretly wanted you...to do this for some time. It has been my favorite fantasy. The idea of other guys fucking you... The only thing that bothers me is how much I enjoyed cleaning his cum out of your cunt. I love it when you insist I do that. I guess I wanted to do it but I needed you to 'force' me, to command me. I guess I am a bit of a submissive huh? I like for. No man had ever sucked her there before, and it was a pleasure she felt peculiar about enjoying. But who was it? There was no light at all in the dark store-room; no silhouetted figures, nothing but a frightening absence of sight."Tracey. Is that you?" Sharon wondered, thinking that her friend had perhaps mistaken her for Buttercup."You what?" answered Tracey in a sleepy voice. "What you want?" Are you fucking licking me?" What the fuck do you think? I'm your mate, not your fucking. Once out of site, I stripped down to my sexy lingerie I had on under my clothes and slipped my strapon right on, which I had prepped when I made him start the car. I walked upstairs and waited for him to come up. Once he came up, I was in the bathroom waiting, and he went over to the bed, where i told him to take his shirt off. As he unbuttoned, I came out, walked over and grabbed him aggressively from behind. I told him that he was such a slut for wearing my panties, and to take his pants off.. "Bozo followed us outside. I let him through the gate, giving Queenie her scratch as I did."Are you OK?" I think so. I can't believe Jill." Why?" She's so different than before. I thought she was going to get all pissed off." There's no reason for that, Sara." I know that. But that didn't stop her before." No, it didn't. But some things have changed since then. And I told her it wasn't OK for her to be a bitch until she had all the facts. And I think she loooves me, too." God, Jack. I wish I.