Hell, SHE didn't know until today!"I shrugged, "So what's the point?"Patricia paused, considering her next words carefully.I sipped scotch, waiting pa...iently. I couldn't always predict the inner workings of my wife's mind, but I had never yet had reason to regret having listened to her ideas."I like her, Gary." Patricia said, finally, "I didn't think I would, but I like her. I also understand your desire to see that she's taken care of. I know that you would never intentionally do anything to. “Beautiful,” I whispered, automatically. That’s what I always said in those moments when her confidence was flagging.“Oh,” she said. I saw her eyes change as the angst lessened, and my own eyes went back to ravaging her body.She had that kind of flat stomach that young women have which, at least to a man (okay, to me) just screams out for something to swell it out, making it round as she creates life. Her hips were already ready to bear the weight of that baby and her legs looked longer than. I am not sure what I’d anticipated, but she’d defied even my most outrageous expectations in her choice of adornment. She wore what could only be described as a translucent silk chiton that matched the dark emerald of her eyes. A slender chain of gold links wrapped twice around her narrow waist, emphasizing her perfectly formed breasts, her cleavage displayed by the deep cut of her gown. What she wore beneath, I could only guess at. As she moved, luring me deeper into the room, her hem swept. ...” I mumbled , Ben smiled and started to rub his foreskin back and forth over the knob, he said, “why not get on your knees and get a better look”, I slid to the floor and he moved closer, his cock only centimetres from my mouth, he said “Sam tells me you love to be butt fucked”, I said that I’d only had took her toy, but not the real thing, he said “why not try the real thing, wouldn’t you like me to slip this inside you and breed your hole?”, I didn’t know what to say so I said nothing,.