I went through the checkout line once, and carried a bag out to the truck. I'd made the trip out to the truck once before, and twice after my purchase..."Where the Hell have you been for the last hour? Why is your ass never where you say it's going to be?" I'd had time to get thoroughly pissed. Same old arguement. Same song, different verse. "Why do I even ask, when I know you'll lie to me?" I saw the fabric section as I passed. I found a color combination that might work when we repaint the. Neal said he was visiting an college buddy who lived in Lubbock. I dressed for the evening in my usual conservative professional attire. My long white button down dress, nylons, white bra and panties. We met in the lounge, sat down at a table and chatted the night away. I had a drink called Passion Paradise while Neal had Dewars and water. The night progressed and I became extremely horny and high. Every time I looked at Neal all I could think of was the male stripper. I excused myself to go to. With a bloodcurdling yell he sat upright as fast as a shot, beads of sweat dripping from his knotted brow."NOOOOOO!!!" he shouted aloud.His breath was in ragged gasps as he came to the immediate realization that he was having a nightmare.His fingers unclenched his blanket and he swallowed hard. "My God, another of those fucking dreams where our enemies destroy us!! This is becoming all too frequent, lately," he said softly to himself with a bit of anger tingeing his voice. Jean-Luc was usually. I want to see you take Ken's cock to the balls; I want to see you take it all the way. Do it, do it for me, for your loving wife. Take it all up the ass for me, babe, do it!"One thing about my new young husband; he rarely denied me anything. And he certainly wasn't going to deny me this, especially since he wanted it so much himself. So now, bravely, he pushed back as Ken pushed forward, slowly but surely that cock of Ken's disappearing into the depths of my husband's ass, deeper and deeper and.