I begged for more... and more. As far as I was concerned he was the hottest, hunkiest, horniest man alive and I was lucky to be his fuckslut. I felt...full to the max but he was only about half way in me.I pleaded, "Give me more, stud. Give me more, please. I want it. Make me take it. Make me fucking take it please, give me that cock..." He pushed deeper but still held back, concerned he might hurt me so I begged him some more, "Fuck me, Jack, you horny bastard. Fuck me, please, give me that. She looked down, apprehensive but coyly, “Where?”“I’m still being nice to you, so I’ll let you choose.”She looked at me, and I could sense her getting tense. I knew what she wanted to say, I knew she wanted to ask me to do whatever my wicked brain would enjoy the most. Alissa wanted to be brave and let me fuck her violated little ass again, just to prove that I could, in fact, do whatever I wanted to her, it didn’t matter how painful. But she was terrified. I gave her time to think, and, in the. She was ready. I stripped and went quickly to the front door and flicked the porch light on and off a few times. John was at the door in an instant. I let him in and had him strip right next to the door in case he had to make a run for it, his clothes would be right at the door. We made our way back to the bedroom. My heart was pounding with excitement, knowing my wife was about to get fucked by a strange cock. We entered the room and John’s cock stood straight out looking at my tied, naked. I could guess the rest, green peas with a dob of butter smeared over them, corn on the cob, mashed potato… …the smells and my thoughts combined to make my stomach convulse with hunger. Softly, in the background, I could hear Marvin Gaye silkily delivering ‘Sexual Healing’ from the CD player. The music seemed to slide through the air to caress me, the listener. Forget the words, the sound was rich with passion, with emotion. I put down my briefcase without saying a word, my eyes fixed on her..