." she replied."Baby, I KNOW you want me, and I KNOW we make love, and it's sweet and it's gentle and for the most part, satisfying." For the MOST par...?" she replied, taken aback.I took a really deep breath. Now I had to be honest or forget about my desires. I really, really didn't want to fuck this up. I love her, a lot. "Yes, for the most part." What are you not getting that you want?" she asked."Nasty" I said, breathlessly. "Pornographic, lustful, quadruple X-Rated." I stopped there. I. I had wanted Pete to fuck my drunken u*********s wife but she was enjoying it. Her hips were slightly rocking back and forth. I watched as my dude thrust his far superior penis into her. Each stroke now was going all the way into his balls. I could tell the he was hitting her cervix – a place deep down that I had never been. When he withdrew his shaft would be glistening with her sex juice. As I watched my friend **** my wife, with each thrust her tits bounced and Karen continued to moan. Her. After lunch I went back over to John's house. I couldn’t get the sight of his thick cock out of my mind. It didn’t help that he was sitting around naked drinking beer when I got. Still naked he went to the kitchen to get us a beer. As he waked dick swaying back into the room, I couldn’t help staring.Sitting down, we talked about the night before. John asked me, “Why did you let me fuck Christy?”I told him, “I’ve always known you always wanted to have sex with Christy. Hell, she’s hot as. Any. Tim and he reached the motel just after 11pm; Terry had phoned to say they had the same rooms again. She was unpacking when he entered.“Hello darling,” she said after giving him a quick kiss, “I won’t be long.”He took off his jacket and lay on the bed.When she had finished she turned around only to find he was fast asleep.He woke the next morning to find Terry in her bathrobe watching him; he glanced at his watch it was after 10 am, he’d slept for over ten hours.“Hi”, she said “would you like.