She is mine. She is not to be disturbed, harmed, or otherwise messed with, do you understand? She belongs to me, and yes, I would take a bullet for he..., that’s how strongly I feel for her. She will be with me on all occasions. She will not be harmed. She will not be harassed or bullied. She will not be asked any questions without my permission. If I give her a command, she obeys it, just like the rest of you, though I tend to want to spoil her rotten at times. We love each other very much, my. My wife wiggled herself over to the edge of the bed. She sat up, turned my way and said “enjoying the show” Yes, You’re amazing I said. Z moved around to where my wife was now sitting. He was standing right in front of her, he pulled her closer to him, lifted her legs up on his shoulders and began fucking her again right there off the edge of the bed. She held on to him by his arms and he began pounding into her pussy over and over again. Then Z lifted my wife off the bed holding her up by her. He always got so turned on when Vanetta climaxed multiple times at his efforts. He felt good knowing that he could make her feel so loved. He lasted just long enough for Vanetta to have one more massive cum, and then he spewed his seed into her womb.Vanetta, high and delirious from the sensory overload, pulled on Bobby till he was on the seat beside her and fixed her mouth on his cock, sucking it back to life. He gave her what she craved - a mouthful of hot spunk - which she greedily. Now I knew I could not only do these things, but that I liked these things, at least with him. Did that mean I was gay? I recalled the shame and guilt I felt after that night on the boat years ago, when I’d had my only encounter with another man. I didn’t feel that shame and guilt now. I felt, well, like a burden had been lifted off my shoulders. I felt liberated, in a way. I thought about the women I’d slept with, about the wife I’d once fucked with such abandon, about the feel of her lovely,.