.. ... Trees? It took her a few moments to believe what her eyes were telling her. They were unlike anything she’d ever seen. The trees’ trunks g...ew mostly straight from the ground, not gnarled and twisted like the trees of her home. The trunk branched upward, raising its arms up in joy instead of twisting and meandering in pain and hatred like the branches at home. And those arms were adorned with lush, green, wide leaves, as green as the grass below them. The branches of trees at home were. I would bring home guys occasionally and they wouldn’t have a problem with it. So everything went well for a week or so.But then one day, I came home from work and urgently had to pee. I went into my washroom just to find Karan standing there with his dick aiming his pee in the pot. I was happily surprised to see a cock but furious as he was using my washroom. In a jiffy, he just fumbled spilling his piss on the floor.I was desperate to pee and just asked him to get out and he just left with. Now, this is the part where many guys go, “Yeah dumbass, now she dreams about him every time she fucks you!” I beg to differ. Not to say we don’t have a fantasy fuck now and again where he comes up as one of the imaginary partners, …..but that’s all part of the fun. When we were done playing that day she was just as committed, loving, and attracted to me as she had ever been. It wasn’t just a love for watching my wife get fucked, like many guys have – although I’ve definitely come to. I'm normally loud when I cum, but I knew I had to be quiet since we were surrounded by people. We were kissing so hard and deeply, I was just dripping and Roy continued to tease my stiffened clit. All I could think of was when we'd get back to my place and he'd fuck me all night long, but obviously he was determined to make this a night to remember and make me cum in a room full of people first. His fingers started to move faster and I was getting closer and closer again to cumming. My legs.