"Kirsten knew Scott was a decent man, no way would he do this to her ifhe knew he would hurt her. He seemed to be genuinely interested inthis. Maybe...it just was a male fantasy. Maybe he had all his problemsfrom work and he was letting them bother him. Maybe he just needed ajumpstart. "Where do we find the other girl?" Let's worry about that later. You want to finish what we startedhere?"Kirsten looked in his eyes startled, "Really?" Come on," he said.The two stood up and he picked her up. Motorization meant more than just being able to drive around faster than walking; it meant they could carry more supplies and ammunition, and more heavy crew-served weapons. They were still a small army compared to some of their neighbors, but they were a lot stronger than they looked on paper.Likewise, there were enough tanks captured, about fifty, to allow the Kurds to form an armored battalion. They also had enough captured or rebuilt BMPs and BRDMs to outfit a couple of mechanized infantry. Then she started to apologize. "I...I...didnt' know you were in here, I'm so sorry I didn't knock, its just so early, I thought you were sleeping...my god, I should have knocked" Then I started to stammer, "No, no, its my fault, I shouldn't have been doing that, I didn't think of anyone coming in, it was inappropriate, I'm so, sorry." Then I realized, we are talking and she is still standing less than a foot from me, covered in my cum. I think that reality hit her too, and as we both apologized. I have never received that kind of attention to my cock from her. Her blowjobs, to me, are quick and ‘matter of fact,’ never longer than a few minutes. That’s fine, and humiliating. She doesn’t touch my short cock like his. I love it. I love the second side of my wife. The side that enjoys sex with someone who can satisfy her. I think I really am a cuckold. I would much rather watch, jack off, and clean cum, than fuck her. This time in particular, as I stood there rubbing myself like a.