The REASON Sabrina told me all this, so long after it happened, was that an invitation to Rachel's fifteenth birthday party showed up in our mail box,...addressed to me."What am I supposed to do?" I asked, goggling at my bride, who was now bulging like she had a basketball under her shirt.Sabrina sighed. "She's just such a sweet girl." That doesn't tell me what I'm supposed to do," I complained. "I'm a married man now." Did you promise her she could have you for her birthday?" asked my wife."Well. Pushing up against the side of the chair I offered her my cock.With my engorged prick close to her mouth she shot out a tongue that licked the tip of my wet shiny helmet. I moved a fraction closer and this time she nibbled my foreskin and licked at the piece of skin that joins it to the shaft and is so sensitive. Another thrust forward of my hips and my helmet filled her small mouth. That looks so fucking dirty I said and from the corner of my eye I could see Josh admiring the view tooThe noise. Monstrous.Of course, Rick was no prince himself. He was known around the apartment complex as a weird loner, a pudgy geek-boy growing into a fat boy-man. Antisocial in the extreme, and rather obnoxious about it.But there was something about him that drew Jackie to him. Maybe she sensed some kind of untapped potential. Maybe he was the closest thing to a bad boy she could find in her relentlessly polite social sphere. Or maybe it was just the weird tumblers of her libido doing their usual. He cupped my breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples in slow circles until they stood out, straining against the fabric. Now I’ve had boys, and yes, some men, fondle my tits before. But nothing was like what I was experiencing right now. I wanted him to pinch my nipples, squeeze them, take them in his mouth and nibble on them. I bit my lower lip as my hips started bucking against his form. He gave me a deep throaty chuckle. ‘Oh yes, you are definitely going to be a fun one.’.