‘We don’t have to talk about this now,’ he said. I still faced my vanity. ‘You brought it up. Is she young?’ The floorboard squeaked again i... my husband’s retreat. I did not need another answer. ‘How often do you see her?’ He cleared his throat. ‘Just once, like I told you. She doesn’t mean anything to me. It was an accident.’ I laughed. It was sharp and throaty. It wasn’t my laugh. I could feel my husband wince. I tried to clasp a string of pearls around my throat. My hands wouldn’t cooperate.. Although I was afraid at what was going to happen, I was also getting aroused by their finger work. As one of his friends continued to finger me I noticed that the Son was starting to undo his belt on his jeans and slowly release the buttons. I watched with interest and expectation at what was about to be exposed. Although I don’t really go for young boys I guessed these four studs would probably give me a thorough fucking. Next moment the son had stripped naked from the waist down and there in. It was embarrassing.”“Why? When I fuck you in the ass, I’ll be pushing air into you too. I assume that it won’t stay inside you.”“No, it won’t, but ... oh shit. I don’t know.”I pulled her to me and moved my hips so that my erection was resting between her cheeks.“Mick, you know that I love it when you do that.”“Yup. And I know that I like the way it feels when I do it. So, we are matching up pretty good so far.”I began to stroke my erection back and forth along her crack and she wiggled against. So, here’s what we propose. You marry Radha, she and I become lesbian lovers, though we’re both bi, not gay, and I become your permanent anal slut while married to Vijay. My mouth will be hers, you see. Vijay, of course, is a very old-fashioned guy in many ways and has no interest in sodomy, incest, or anything of the sort, though he loves to watch. That’s his kink: voyeurism. He thinks that those things are sexy, but he’d rather watch them than do them, for reasons that only he can explain,”.