Now he's good a red ass as well as a red face!" They both laughed. I realized Lucy was doing me a favor in a way. The sooner I left my dignity at the ...oor in this strange place the sooner I would get to enjoy what I came for - watching my wife have the time of her slutty little life!Chapter Two: The Pussy StretcherMy wife had been sore all week after an encounter at the club with a guy they called pussy stretcher. Apparently he earned the nickname through being particularly well endowed, even. What use were words against such men? Reasoning was unheard of.Three angry horned men made their way to the door of Beci’s hut and stopped dead in their tracks as the soft fur covering was flung open. They took their time to look at each other in disbelief and then back to the figure that adorned the entrance to the hut. It was surely a trap.Beci stood naked in front of them, hands on her voluptuous hips and her breasts heaving as she took in lungfuls of air. Her red hair fell loose about her. My initial reaction was disappointment, I would no longer be able to stroke and finger Jean while travelling on the motorway. It was the following year when we were going away for a short holiday and had been on the motorway for over an hour when Jean said she missed what we used to do in the car. We then came to a congested section of the motorway where all the vehicles had to slow down Jean suggested I move over to the inside lane and once we were crawling along she pulled the hem of her. I bit her bottom lip, then pushed her down. The slut knew what I wanted, and quickly unzipped my jeans, and with some difficultly pulled my cock out. She tentatively touched it with her tongue. “Put it in your mouth!” I instructed her.She did as I had told her, then I took hold of her head, and push my cock into her mouth, I felt her gag, and pulled back a little, before pushing into her again, going deeper, and she gagged again, but I didn’t pull out. Her breathing calmed, and I pushed fully.