Limp-noodle syndrome. First I tried soft porn. Then XXX porn. Then the little blue pill. Then two pills. Then the yellow pill. Then a cock ring. More...gonzo porn. Then the pump (horrible contraption). Nothing worked. I could still jerk off, although with a pretty limp pecker, so, with a lot of effort, I could still cum. Finally, floppy doodle went to town, riding as a cuckold. This last was the hardest to bear. Sheila, my wife—tanned, blonde, and beautiful to my eyes, with the nicest set of. My wife was looking at him telling him to "fuck him harder" and he did. she held my face so I was looking into her eyes and she wiped away the tears I first had when he put it in. He was moaning loud as he pounded my ass. He pulled out of me and I sighed in relief but a part of me wanted him to keep going. He told my wife to bend over next to me and she did, I heard him lube up his cock again and soon he was sliding his cock in my wife's ass, she let out a louder scream than I did and she. I wondered what she would taste like, how taboo the thought of sucking a dick had been up until this point, but it all felt right now. I dove in and took her into my mouth. Reaching up to her I tugged back on her cock exposing her head inside my mouth. Sweet with a slight salty hint is how she tasted. Brooke exhaled in pleasure as I began to suck her. That's it, suck a little faster daddy. Aw yeah. Brook began to thrust and she became fully erect. I reached around and grabbed each of her ass. He twisted her nipple between his thumb and finger until her gasp broke their kiss. She pulled his hand away and slowly brought it down her side to the hem of her skirt. Her breath caught in a staccato when she left his hand to do its will. He reached beneath her skirt and found her wetness through the fabric there. Sliding two fingers lingeringly up the to the waist of her panties, he could feel her tremble. She parted her legs as he slipped his fingers under the hem at the height of her thigh.