Not by a long shot. I watched as my wife handed her a tube of lube and my key holder lubed up her cock. Then, as I stood there, hanging naked from the...ceiling. My key holder walked up behind me and positioned herself. I looked at my wife as my key holder pressed the head of her cock against my opening. My wife smiled as my eyes began to bug out. She knew what was happening. My opening was being filled by my key holder and it was more than I would enjoy. My key holder wrapped her arm around my. Sometimes we revealed some deep things; mostly, though, we acted like the girls we were and stayed on the subject of men. We also went fishing, putting the fish we caught back; and spent time hiking along the nature trails.When we woke up Sunday morning, it was raining and we decided to pull up stakes and head back home. She called Dad on the cell phone and told him we'd be in around lunch time and offered to stop and pick up something to bring back to the house; however, he said he'd cook and. I dont regard myself as perverted, but my body, looks and demeanor, coupled with a high sexual drive and imagination, would put me in the predatory class, a tits, ass, and cunt, on two long legs, looking for boys.Of course as with all sexual matters, we keep these traits to ourselves, only relenting once we hit on the right man, then the sparks fly and every orifice on my being, pulsates and throbs, until the male member releases their pent-up energy.My husband, bless him, is a godsend, a CUCK. Go all the way?" she asked. The hesitancy was plain in her voice. He was not the kind of man who could force himself onto a woman. She had to say yes. She had to mean it. He nudged closer, allowing his cock to touch the soft skin of her inner thighs. His dick pulled him toward her pussy like a magnet to steel. "I... I..." she stammered, "I'm not on the pill or anything." He groaned inside. He didn't have any condoms. But he didn't think that would have mattered anyway. She wasn't ready. "Have.