.you can stroke his cock if he calls me himself and begs permission, and ONLY if I tell you that you can stroke him. You can never let any of his cum ...ouch you or your clothes. You can never be naked in front of him again, and he will sleep on the couch, never in bed with you”Then he added “You will never let him fuck you. He can suck the cum of other men from your pussy but only if he will swallow it like the pussy that he is. Any real man would never let his wife be a whore like you are.”. Not the strong hands that held me, new hands, new hands that roamed. New hands that pawed at my top, tugging the fabric up and off and my bra quickly followed. I couldn't refuse, the heat on my bare flesh had erupted into a fire between my legs. My eyes were closed, I couldn't have seen who the hands belonged to, or even told how many there where, stroking my arms, stomach, grabbing my breasts and pulling them this way and that, finger pinching and tweaking and flicking my nipples into hard. ." Then I started to cry even harder. Without any warning, he shoved the broad head of his hard dick into my poor ass; passing the tight ring of my anal muscles. In two strokes, he was balls deep. I screamed and sobbed; but that bastard did not stop.That anal torture lasted for twenty minutes, until he grunted obscenely and came inside.Then he pulled his still hard dick out and I wiped it on the shreds of my white shirt…My cries were quieter now. I heard him stepping away from my spread thighs.. Hell, my eyes were on her, as much as they were on my bride. That five foot tall minx slipped in and out of my thoughts all night long, as my cock was slipping in and out of my new wife.A short year later, we made the drive to Carly’s grandparents’ place for Rita’s first birthday celebration. Nanci, Kyle and I had volunteered to pick green beans, from the garden, but right after we started, Carly’s grandmother called to us, “Rita woke up, and I’m not strong enough to pick her up out of her.