The husband paused. The words were not coming easily."Do you remember when your father caught us in the back seat of my car making love?" Yes, I remem...er," said the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.The husband continued. "Do you remember when he shoved that shotgun in my face and said, 'Either you marry my daughter, or spend 20 years in jail?'" I remember that too," she replied softly.He wiped another tear from his cheek and said, "You know ... I would have gotten out today."Short. I was turned on! I asked if she wanted to have a three some and she replied and said no....but I want you to by us a buttplug. I couldn't believe what a filthy slut she was being, I loved it. By this point we had gone back to uni. I ordered a buttplug and had it delivered. I came and I couldn't believe how big it was, it was huge! Not as big as my cock but it was massiveThat night she came over and I shown her what had arrived. She couldn't believe the size either but she had this amazing wide. “Oh, and before I forget, your father and I both have Sunday off, so we were thinking about making it a family day and going down to the beach. What do you think about that?”“I think that sounds like a great idea!” I replied enthusiastically. “We haven’t hit the beach in ages! Which one? I hope Willard, it’s much better than the one in East End. You’d think they’d be able to come up with something more original than just calling it by its geographical location,” I chuckled, making reference to. As I have promised I am here with next part of my story “My Suhagrat”. This was to be the concluding part of the story but due to its length, I will conclude this story in next part. This is a story of my Suhagrat with the intimate Muslim friend of my hubby according to his desire. I want to explain again that this story is totally a work of fiction and have no concern with reality of my personal life.After first round of fucking, we sipped coffee by each other’s hand and during this course.