It did not work. On the screen was still an image of his smiling wife Samantha holding two large cocks in each of her hands. Lots of sperm was spreadi...g all over her face, lips and cheeks and hair. The third large cock was apparently belonging to a man standing behind her as it rested on her shoulder and cum was dripping from its tip on Samantha's breasts.Mark knew that none of these cocks was his. He and Samantha had a threesome with another man some few years before, but they never had MMMF. Her makeup and jewellery were always at its minimal, nothing loud or ostentatious. Alex would want to buy her more jewellery but she adamantly refused them and Alex would respect her decision. She was natural, friendly and poised at those functions. She always had a genuine smile for everyone, be it from the bellboy right up to the CEOs of some big corporations. On Alex encouragement she had took up driving, computer lessons and even golf. She loves charities, besides donating monies, she would. He also made me promise to always require a condom when being fucked.I ended up meeting the doctor three times in that motel and he fucked me four times. Twice, the last time we met when he informed me he was being shipped out. After fucking me, we went out for breakfast and made a stop at a pharmacy to purchase more condoms. We returned to the motel where he fucked me for the last time.Then disaster hit, my wonderful wife was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and I became a full-time caregiver.. I popped the locks and she jumped up and in and started talking.“Why in the world am I getting into a vehicle with a stranger who throws money at me like there’s no tomorrow? I have no clue why I trust this situation, but I can say this ... If you pulled a knife, held it to my throat, and raped me ‘til I bled to death, it would be better than what is happening in my life right now. You aren’t terrible to look at, and the pain would be over with, and who knows, it might feel better than being.