She kissed me hard, wanting to taste the cum on my face like a deserved treat. Then once again she said, "Thank you honey" and headed off to bed. As I...lay there on the floor thinking, I realize what my wife had been doing. She had been retraining me. Retraining me to want and long for her. To want and accept anything she was willing to give to me and it was working. I woke up the next morning and Ann was already out of bed. She was standing in front of the mirror putting on her lotion. I was. "On a nod from Valentino, Karen stepped between the woman's legs, carefully raised them until her ankles rested on her shoulders, and then introduced the phallus to the oiled opening that glistened in the lights. "Comfortable?" she asked."Yes, keep going."Centimetre by centimetre, Karen pressed until her pubic mound was firm against Mrs Ford-Ramsey's. Equally slowly, she withdrew. "Again?" Yes, I'm fine. You can go quicker."Gradually, Karen increased the tempo, but took care not to let the. . I began my favourite fantasy, and as I started to undress her in my mind, I imagined I could smell her perfume... Don’t get me wrong - this was all harmless fun - I could never, ever, actually be unfaithful to Julie. After so many years of marriage, though, who doesn’t fantasise that they’re actually making love with someone else, when doing the deed with their long term partner? ... and don’t all blokes fancy the pants off their wife’s sister, anyway?By coincidence, Helen was staying with us. They had talked at length about the games she and I played. He knew of her big black dildos and my desire to watch her with another man. He was not against an exhibitionist display for my benefit but he wanted her to himself first."Please fuck me Trevor," Karen hissed wantonly. She ached for him and she needed his beautiful cock inside her. Before using our myriad of toys she would have been frightened by his size but she loved big dildos and she needed the real thing."Are you sure?" He teased..