I want your big dick in me. I want it so much. I've been thinking about it since Monday. Hurry and fuck me!”She smiled. “Mmm, turn around and knee... on the seat. Grab the plumbing. I'll fuck you hard from behind like that nasty slut you are.”“Yes, yes,” I gasped. It was so different how my first time should be. Not lying on my back beneath my futa-wife on our wedding day, but in the restroom with the star quarterback and her massive, Black girl-dick. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. The pill's. I answered a Craig’s List post about two weeks ago, in the Casual Encounter’s / NSA section, posted by a young couple looking for a bi, married male. They wanted to fulfill a fantasy that the wife had, of seeing her husband with another guy.They agreed to meet for the encounter at a motel outside of town.The wife had sort of mentally scripted what she wanted to see and experience, including watching two guys in a sixty-nine oral session, watching her husband stroking, and being stroked by. (I can still remember the wild passion of that moment, I was on a panicle that I'd never experienced before, or since for that matter. To know that I was going to get laid was intoxicating after having dreamt about this moment for so long.) When Heidi pulled away from me I felt disappointed, almost betrayed, but that feeling didn't last long. As I stood there she knelt down in front of me and unzipped my fly, reaching in to fondle my dick. There I was standing out in the open, with this hot. I was onSolla. And considering this world mirrored a porn game, I wasn't willingto rule anything out. I grabbed as many oysters as I could find.I needed seaweed, too, if I wanted a clambake. I used an air shield tokeep away the water while searching the shore for some. and ended uprevealing some mussels stuck to a set of submerged stones. Of course, Itook them. My bag kept anything inside it in stasis, meaning that myseafood wouldn't spoil no matter how long it took me to eat all of it.Every.