So far, so... ordinary.I turned to the next photograph. It was Stella, kneeling up on a bed, with her hands on her hips. She was completely naked an... my heart started to beat faster, as my eyes roamed over her firm but slightly pendulous boobs, and the inviting bush of thick, brown pubic hair on display. The next photo looked like it has been taken just after the one before, with Stella more or less in the same pose, but with her thighs a little wider apart and leaning slightly back. Her. Hot wife’s prerogative, of course. He has a list and any additions or exemptions that she specifically approves. It’s not, strictly speaking, an open marriage. It’s a wife-led marriage with a hot wife and a cuckold, but both of them are very happy about it, so that’s what counts. Ours will be a very different marriage than that. Any lists that are drawn up or not are entirely up to you. But, yeah, she has an actual list of approved partners for him, though she can alter it at a whim. It’s not. Soft lips touched mine, pressure growing. Amelia’s endlessly expressive eyes twinkled as the tip of her tongue took the lead, touching my lips. Her eyes closed as my tongue met hers. She moaned quietly, a soft, loving purr, and, as her mouth opened, I fell into that vortex of desire. Kissing Amelia was so exciting. My hand slipped down to cup her panty-covered bottom and I discovered it’s gorgeous shape. Soft panties slipped over sensual mounded buttocks, my hand fitting one perfectly. The. Her sturdy stallion had now unbuttoned, and produced naked, stiff and erect, that wonderful machine, which I had never seen before, and which, for the interest my own seat of pleasure began to take furiously in it, I stared at with all the eyes I had: however, my senses were too much flurried, too much concentered in that now burning spot of mine, to observe anything more than in general the make and turn of that instrument; from which the instinct of nature, yet more than all I had heard of.