But he sat upright, his words hung in my ears, 'Fuck, Cock', not to mention the perceived imagery of four men on one woman, the very thing had crossed...my mind before he had arrived. There was a loud female laugh and both of us looked in the direction, one of the men was kissing her, and another was stroking her inner thigh, working his way onto her crotch, I knew her black panties were as wet as my own were, I stared, and he saw I was a voyeur, 'You like to watch', I looked at him, and felt. She quivered. She opened her mouth, but didn't move toward my now throbbing hard on. I glanced over at the smokers. They were oblivious.This was a dream situation, so I said the hell with it. How many times do we get to live out a fantasy like this. I grabbed her by the hair. She smirked. I pulled head back. Her jaw was completely open as I shoved my cock straight down her throat. She gagged on the last few inches, but didn't pull away. I pulled her head away and she was smiling. I slapped her. Finally, the weekend arrived and my friend phoned to see if we wanted to play some games. I asked my wife and she said that as there was nothing on the television we might as well, so my friend told me that he would be round as soon as he had eaten his dinner. As soon as he hung up I told her that I had an idea, so she asked me what I meant. I went into the bedroom and got out an old football jersey of mine, you know the type, the sort that is made of a kind of mesh. Walking back into the. I thought that having all of those things would make me happy but the reality is that if you aren't really connecting with your spouse or partner, it all feels pointless.My wife and I originally met while signing up for classes during college freshman orientation and it's really odd, but I went from thinking that redheads didn't do much for me to being completely captivated. [I still feel that way about redheads for everyone else but my wife.] Sadly, I didn't think that I'd ever meet her again.