“Hey!” I yelped. Something had poked my anus. Distracted by a crescendo of buzzing and throbbing between my legs, I hadn’t noticed his silent ap...roach from behind under the chair.“Since you resist, I’ll have to use stronger measures,” he cackled from below. He pressed the tip between my cheeks, teasing my pucker.It was completely unexpected and for a moment I considered using our default safeword—calling his full first, middle, and last name, as your parents might have when you misbehaved.. "I'm married and you all know it. The fact that I prefer not to stay home and stare at the walls and so I date does not change the fact that I'm married. I've told each and every one of you before I went out with you that nothing was going to happen so you have no bitch coming. I don't mind a little necking, but I am going to stay faithful to my husband. So, if you can't handle that then stop asking me out."This of course had the opposite effect of what Shelly had expected. The guys accepted. His entire body was stiff and in agony, but then I ordered him to start to fuck himself up and down on the dick, and I thought he would really lose it. I grew impatient with his wimpy efforts, and so I threw him onto his hands and knees and fucked the big rubber dildo in and out of his stretched raw asscunt as hard as I could. He did faint then from the pain. So I pissed on his face and when he came around, commenced the twat fucking again for a good thirty minutes until my arm grew tired. His. "What?" "Oh, I dunno - I sometimes feel so greedy ... no, not greedy ... more like guilty ... having my pick of you two, but leaving whomever I don't sleep with out in the cold, so to speak." "So why don't you ask George to join us? For sleeping, I mean," he added almost too quickly. "Do you think he would do that?" she asked. "Well - there's only one way to find out. But I have an idea - 'Spose I go see if he's awake - If I ask him, and tell him you'd like that too, then he won't feel like.