I was on the edge of the bed, lift my legs and Anthony, which had already some KY, was able to penetrate Cleo real quick. I felt Anthony with Cleo’s...lips, that by now after so many of these adventures, could recognize Anthony moving in and providing a lot of sexual feelings coming from the many nerve endings on Cleo’s lips/mouth (sphincter). This position allowed my wife to not only fuck Cleo but to also masturbate my cock. This position put me completely open for her to enjoy Cleo plus make me. " We were having our dinner quietly until that moment. I looked at her with question. "About, you know, the fantasy," she said hesitantly."Oh, right!" my eyes sparked, "did you meet someone?" Yes... I mean no. I already knew him. Just-" Wow, so we have a candidate?" Candidate," she chuckled. "Yes, I guess... We have a candidate. I mean... if you like."I felt the butterflies in my stomach. "Of course! You know that I was waiting for this since a long while." I smiled encouragingly. Finally, it. .but man, long black curly hair, tight jeans, and the nasty habit of not wearing a bra did not help my dire situation. I decided I would just beat off to the idea of her--but never go foreward. For the sake of the story: let's call her Lauren. I'd always pump at breaks during classes to help relive my horniess. Making the loud sucking sound under the covers of my bed to get rid of some of my tension. Each week, I'd get a little bigger. Each week, my hard ons were stronger--which, at college. With a look of terror, but without a sound, she knelt. I held her arms so that they hooked properly over the bar. I put the second piece of pipe in place between the posts so that she was held down, and then secured her wrists with handcuffs.I stepped away to view my handiwork. God, it was a delicious sight! The thought of it brings my cock to attention even now: Shannon, beautiful, young, trembling Shannon, her breasts jutting out, her ass curving gorgeously, awaiting my pleasure. I stepped.