” Then pausing before going on to say “I bet your little slut would love to have a close up of the action and even hold you open.” She purred ...ut a “yes he would love that.” Then her sweet voice went harsh as she hissed “ get over here and help Castro give me the pounding that your not man enough to give me.” I crawled over, dripping in the humiliation that covered me like I had been on a pool of it. Here I was the slave of a slave, dressed like a slut, and degraded to helping my wife fuck. The soul-sick young wife lifted the receiver, cutting the bell off in mid-ring, and said lifelessly, "Hello?" Cindy? Honey, is that you?"Howard. I don't want to talk to him, she thought. l don't want to ever see or talk to him again, I hate him, I hate him for what he's done to me, what he's made me become. But instead of slamming the receiver down, she pressed it tightly to her ear, as if her physical being was acting in direct disobedience to the demands of her brain. She said, "Yes, Howie,. Beth looked into Larry's eyes as she squeezed his hardon and then said, "Yes, honey, Sam turns me on in some of the same ways Rhonda affects you. Can we arrange a get-together and see if we can pull off a little mate swap with the two of them?? Would this Friday night be OK with you?" Beth asked as she saw the glimmer of anticipation in Larry's eyes.That Friday night, Larry and Beth invited Sam and Rhonda over for supper. When the other couple arrived, Larry felt his cock getting thick and. " No, no, I didn't hurt, it just felt funny," he replied hoarsely."Can you sit up?" she asked, moving in close to help when he struggled."You're awfully pale," she said giving him a worried look. Once he was sitting, she took his hand again, turning it over and inspecting the skin."Sweetheart, you're scaring me," Rob said. "What's wrong?" In the gym ... after you hit that bag?" she said hesitantly. He nodded for her to continue."You took my hand ... well, you tried to. Your hand was broken,.