With one pair on my nose and another on my cock masturbating, it wasn't long before I exploded my built up load of cum in her panty crotch.I was drain...d and must have dozed off, because the next thing I know I opened my eyes and looked up to see Cathy standing next to the bed wanting to know why her dirty panties was on my face and crotch. Busted. What could I say I was caught red handed. I didn't know what to say, but she said that she knew I had been taking her panties for quite some time,. My husband, bless him, is a godsend, a CUCK that requires men to fuck me, an never-ending supply of lengths and girths, a chance to be naked with men and feel then all over me, feeling, probing, licking and caressing, surrendering my being and soul, to be inseminated, while my husband lies and listens, deriving his own pleasure from my moaning and bed squeaking.My first encounter and his coming out, so to speak, was many years back, we were married two years and I was but a nymph in my. "I'd call the police ... have him arrested ... anything!" I know ... I know, honey," Peggy said, lifting her head and drinking from the glass. "It sounds like the only answer, doesn't it, but it isn't. Believe me, it isn't! Any woman who has ever had a drunken, wife-beating man would quickly tell you the same. So, they're arrested, fined, and released ... and what do you suppose happens to the poor girl then? That's right, his vengeance is even worse," Then, for God's sake, divorce him!" Carol. She looked down at her outfit and back at the house.She looked at Greg and asked, “Are you sure that we are at the right place?”“Yes.”“I was expecting something a little more ... like a mansion,” she said feeling totally underwhelmed. She wondered why someone living in this little house would require fancy dress for a friendly dinner.“Don’t worry about the appearance of the house,” Greg said. He stepped up to the door and knocked using the brass knocker on the door. It just seemed more.