I bite it softly leaving a mark as I felt his hands slide down inbwtween my legs rubbing softly. He moved so he could return the favor and bite my nec... leaving a mark also. I start to take off his shirt trying not to make him stopp kissing, then tossing it to the side. He lifts my shirt up, looking shocked that I wasn’t wearing a bra, but got over the shock and started kissing my neck grinding into me. He kissed my neck and was nibbling my ear pulling me closer. ‘Brittany….are you ok with. I put on my tight pegged jeans and a shirt and went to get the beer.I did what I was told and went to the beer store and got the 30 pack and when I got back they were in the middle of a poker game. I sat quietly on the couch while they played, they basically ignored me unless when someone wanted a beer they just said get me a beer faggot and I served them.Then Daddy announced, let's have some fun with the faggot. Bitch get under the table. You're going to suck the winner of the hand's cock. Normally a jandjob does nothing for me but it felt amazing. We break away from our kiss and her hand still wrapped around my dick she drops the her knees. She slowly looked up at me and begins to softly kiss my hard dick, just kissing it, then begins to lick my shaft up to the tip where she then wrapped her lips around and begins giving me what may have been up to this point the best blowjob I ever got. Every now and then she’d look up while devouring my dick in her hot mouth. Maybe 10-15. Quite frankly after eight years of marriage writing down my fantasies had become much more exciting than sex. My heart raced when I wrote about strange men and sometimes women seducing me into exciting sexual adventures. I masturbated furiously between my own most graphic story episodes. I even began submitting some of my stories to erotic websites. Reading comments people posted about my stories made me feel exciting, and made me feel good.Then, a few months ago, after one of our usual brief.