We had actually met at my brothers wedding, she was a bridesmaid, and I was my brother's best man. I guess my fantasizing about watching her have sex ...ith another man started when we met and I read story after story in the Penthouse Forum about men who loved to watch their wives have sex with other men. They all said how big a turn on it was for them, so naturally it became a big turn on for me as well.I first mentioned it to my wife about a year ago but she didn't like the idea at all.I kept. He was about 50, over 6ft. and dressed in scruffy, denim and leather. His denim jacket was covered in badges, with a huge skull, in the centre. He had long shaggy, greying hair, which matched a big, fluffy Van Dyke beard. When he took off his jacket, his arms were covered in intricate tattoos, and when his hair moved, I could see six or seven rings in each ear. “Smoke?” A tall, fat, bald man asked, as he offered his cigarettes. I was shaking as he lit my cigarette. “I’m sorry, it’s just that….. He squeezed my nipples, making them erect. He then moved his mouth down to my left nipple and sucked on it while playing with the right one. I moaned with pleasure. Soon, he moved his hand down to my shorts, and slid them off, leaving me only in my panties. He then rubbed his hand along my thigh, then slid his fingers along my panties, soaked with my juices. "Someone's been naughty," he whispered in a seductive voice right in my ear, making more juices flow. He then slid his hand into my. Sitting up she stared at the dead man out of glinting red eyes then lifted a slender long fingered hand to push her white hair back out of her heart shaped face and she smiled tightly.“It wasn’t hard Halfgan to find out the name of a man hanged at this crossroad, and in the case of a man hanged for the rape and murder of his twelve year old stepdaughter gossip travels far and wide.” Pulling herself to her feet and brushing off the leaves and dirt that still clung to her cloak she considered the.