Just as quickly, I thought of reading about men who loved to see their wives getting porked by other men... and just as quickly I knew that I found no...hing... NOTHING... erotic about what I was watching.Listening to both of the women urging their lovers on with words like "Harder, baby!" and "Yes, honey, fuck me faster... deeper!" indelibly printed on my mind that Kayte and Karen were not being raped. They had consented to this breaking of our wedding vows, both of them.I felt a touch on my arm. ..He slapped his hands down over his crotch and backed up against the tile wall. The women looked as surprised as he felt, but instead of covering themselves they had flung their hands wide, giving him a clear view of their ample breasts, the tufts of hair above their cunts, their smooth legs."Bernie!" The name came out as a single outburst, both women speaking at the same time. "What are you..."That time only the dark-skinned woman spoke. That voice! Bernie forced his eyes up to their faces.. A very feminine gasp then shout of pain stopped him just in time, and he let go in surprise, only to catch a foot in the balls. Writhing in agony, Jake had had enough. He grabbed her around the waist and after a moment, pinned her securely so he could catch his breath. As his vision began to clear, he saw it was the woman from the laundromat. He had pinned her arms and straddled her thighs but she was far from giving up. Anger, fear and a little hatred were arcing up from those brown eyes, or. Pretty soon it was time for bed and a chance to do it all over again the next day.Thankfully the week passed quickly and Friday arrived in no time. When I walked in the door after work on Friday I went straight to my room to get ready. After a quick shower I dressed in a collared shirt and jeans for dinner at a new gastropub and bar which had just opened down the street from me. It was going to be good to see my college friends again. We had all graduated together about two years prior and were.