I pulled away only because we both knew where it would lead.When I got into my car. Marcus leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. He said, "I can't wai... till next time."I said, "What makes you think there will be a next time?"We both looked at each other and knew it would happen. I looked at him and said, "this time my mouth and pussy were not ready for your massive cock. It will be next time." With that, I drove away very satisfied but also knew there definitely would be a next time.I got home. 'You know what's gonna happen so don't act stupid,' Bruce said. I stayed still glaring at him as he undid his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. Bruce pulled his hardening cock from his underwear and stepped out of his pants, he walked towards me stroking on his uncut cock. 'Your choice, suck it like a good bitch, I want beat your ass. Act like a bitch, get your ass beat and fucked, like I said your choice.' I started to think, I didn't want Bruce to beat me or fuck me, I didn't want to. His cock was hard and dripping. It was then that I started thinking that maybe my husband was kinkier than I realized. Maybe my husband was bisexual. Just the thought of it made my pussy quiver. I started thinking I would really like to see Michael with another man. My thoughts were confirmed later that night. After we had both gone to bed that night, I awoke to find Michael not in bed. I heard noises downstairs. When I came quietly down the stairs into our basement, their was my husband lying. She reached up over her head and bent her arms back to grip my head and rub her hands over my scalp. I pinched and pulled those nipples and then slid my hands down that taut belly and right under the waistband of her jeans. I heard her exhale. She dropped her arms and submitted as I unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down. She soon stood, facing away from me in just her tiny cotton undies, awaiting my next move. I divested her of her panties and as I cleared them of her ankles I nuzzled.