We had rented a room in the hotel and then gone down to the bar. I was about to find out if he would really go thru with it or stop the game before i... went to completion. I took Frank by the arm and led him to our table. "Frank, this is my husband Jim. Jim, this is Frank. He's going to our room and fuck the shit out of me while you watch." I wondered if this would be the end of our game, but Jim reached into his pocket and took out the room key. "I'll follow you." I put my arm around. Jeff had met Hester in his native San Francisco in a bar, of all places. As soon as their eyes met, her interest in him was immediately apparent. Two weeks later, on a weekend trip to Las Vegas, they were married. By an Elvis impersonator. It was not the sort of ceremony Jeff would have chosen, but Hester was tickled by the idea and talked him into it. He was so smitten with her she could have talked him into almost anything."Owww!" This was Meg. She had caught her finger on a pin that had been. He wore a 2 day stubble on a square chin – blue eyes and worn face. He wore a pleasant blue shirt and jeans that were clearly too tight as I could see the outline if his cock. His trainers were clean. I’d rank him 8/10 on my scale, for he was kinda cute. The shorter guy was more muscular and broad shouldered – his short armed T shirt could barely contain his physique. Arms strong, well defined, jeans again too tight, thighs heavy and pronounced. Blonde haired and clean shaven he was better. I laid on my back on the bed head hanging over the side holding the biggest cuke I ever saw about 16" long and fatter then any cock I ever had up until that point. I put the tip of it in my mouth and started sucking it like a cock pushing it deeper and deeper. my throat fully open i kept pushing it in vowing to myself not to stop . 6" 8" 10" no problem starting to gag feeling my throat get gaped I pushed now chocking but not stopping. ONE LAST MAJOR PUSH and it was all the way in. breathing.