It was also my ass feelings that I came to love…not my ass, really, but a cock in my ass, fucking my ass until I came. I was a ’dual threat’ or ...ven a ’triple threat’ if you consider my mouth! How does one tell one’s lover that ‘ass-fucking’ is a special delight or that the family pet, hopefully a largeish dog, is one of a girl’s choices? Hmm.And so I fell in love, got married, got playful, [I was ‘playful’ before I got married…see granddad, goat, doggie, neighbor boy (s) and his pals not to. I needed to figure out who the other guy would be. I didn't want it to be anyone with whom we socialized. That would make it too easy for her to find out. Besides I knew who I wanted. I would get the bartender. I didn't know him. He didn't know me. He'd recognize me though.If I could get him to do it I'd need to figure out how to make it happen. That seemed easy. We often did bondage play. I could bind her in some way including the blindfold. Then, just bring him in. He'd have to be quiet. I. She walked toward me, now letting her breasts be bare for me to see and I felt her hand slid slowly onto my penis. Then she leaned in and kissed me and I was shocked this was actually happening. She began to slowly rubbed my cock up and down and slowly picked up speed. I pulled her face to mine and we began to ferociously make out swapping our tongues into each others mouths. This is what I had been dreaming about since she moved in....well not exactly a real dream but you get the drift.....She. He looked at me with his big brown eyes and quietly leaned over and took my cock into his mouth and started to suckle it.He was fondling my balls and I started to explore his body with my hands. He had on a polo shirt and I put one hand in pinching his nipples, while the other went under his back waist band and I found his ass crack and began caressing it and fingering his ass hole. I heard him moan and his breathing became heavy.He stopped sucking my hard cock and stood up and turned away from.