I wore tighter skinny jeans than normal for the occasion so my boner would stick right out and be very easily visible. I mean you could see this thing...from space. And I wore a shirt that was too small to cover an erection. Not that I planned to cover it. I wanted her to think that I was embarrassed. I wanted her to see the struggle in my eyes as I frantically pulled my shirt down to try to hide my boner from her. I wanted her to feel embarrassed for me and laugh and giggle at me. I wanted her. The organiser said that lets give the queen a bukake ritual, and all 8 guys surrounded my wife and started jerking off their cocks, soon then were spitting lot of semen on my wifes whole body and she was covered from head to toe in semen, she became very slippery now, and she was enjoying applying that semen all over her body. and some times occasionally tasting it.She then said that she wanted to be fucked and fucked real hard.The organiser had a grin on his face as he watched my wife calling. The guilt was almost unbearable, but I endured it. I endured it because it was pain I deserved to feel. I wanted to feel it. I wasn't in prison, but I had to endure some punishment for what I'd done. For the terrible betrayal I inflicted on the woman I ... No, it's too late. It's too late for me to admit that. Pain is all I have now.I was never much of a drinker. Alcohol, well it just doesn't taste good and being drunk is just scary. Falling down all over the place, being out of control of your. Then it comes at me once more.I’m there, I’m on the edge of this dirty thought that has been slowly destroying my sanity for the last four months. I’m going to fucking feel what it’s like, once and for all. I take the dildo out and walk to the shower. We have a large walk-in shower that is just right for this moment. I feel a trickle appear like it’s on the horizon and far, far away. I clench my buttocks. Not yet!I pull my dress so that it sits tight over my body and I lie on the floor of the.