” Last time I saw her, she had biker tattoos. Told me she was riding her hog to Sturgis. Good for her.The second item on my list was to get Kim to f...ck another man. With me, without me, I didn’t care. I just wanted her to do it. This is that story.Kim’s my wife.The first time I mentioned it, I waited until she had her orgasm and her fuckin’ endorphins kicked in. She had that lovin’ feelin’. That post-coital bliss. Know what I mean?I looked her in the eye and said, “I want you to fuck another. Lola shook her long dark curled hair on her shoulders and thrust out her chest."Let them look. Let them dream."She was done with their kind. Her whoring days were over. She was now going to be embarking on becoming a lady. A Fata Morgana, an image on the distant horizon. Through the spyglass it appeared to be an approaching ship. "Hombre los cañones," The captain gave orders to man the cannons. "Prepárate para la batalla, get ready for battle, God save the Queen."It was sleek, a two mast. Mrs Hussain made direct eye contact with me for the first time as she stood up and slowly walked out the room, she looked concerned about what her husband was going to do.Mr Hussain continued to stare at me, I could see he was looking at my chest, it turned me on that he was clearly wanting a piece of what his sons had been helping themselves to for months but surely he wouldn't dream of doing anything now?, Certainly not while his own wife was standing a couple of metres away in my hallway.. He smacked her ass again twice more in succession before sliding his fingers feather soft over the welts he had left, causing her to quiver and whimper enjoying the tender touch to the burning prints upon her flesh. John backed away from her, she squirmed and whimpered wanting him to return to her but all to soon her whimpers turned into a loud scream and the metal spatula from the counter was used to smack against her now dripping pussy, again he struck her with it, again, and again until he.