’ She was flirting sure enough and that provocative look and the smile said it all. We talked about the hundred and one things we liked and disliked...and there was an urgency in our conversation like nothing I had know before. There was something about the magnetism and sheer attractiveness about Terry that really enthralled me. Was I actually feeling her foot rub against my ankle beneath the table we shared or was she doing it unwittingly? I moved my foot back. She wasn’t and just that single. My husband, bless him, is a godsend, a CUCK that requires men to fuck me, an never-ending supply of lengths and girths, a chance to be naked with men and feel then all over me, feeling, probing, licking and caressing, surrendering my being and soul, to be inseminated, while my husband lies and listens, deriving his own pleasure from my moaning and bed squeaking.My first encounter and his coming out, so to speak, was many years back, we were married two years and I was but a nymph in my. I hung them on your cock. You shuddered. I turned around and slipped my dress to the floor, reached behind and unclasped my bra. I stood before you naked. I gazed at your delicious body. I came into you close and placed my now moist pussy directly above your cock. It touched me lightly, tickled, rubbed gently on my clit, I could feel myself cumming already. I’d never been so responsive, so easily. We both moaned in agony. How much longer would I torture you so? Not long I didn’t think, I could. The lobby of the building was dominated by a large security desk manned by a single security guard in a medical containment suit. A hose snaked from his suit to a series of pipes which had obviously been installed recently and with little regard for aesthetics. The guard was semi reclined in his chair with feet on the desk, head back and arms folded in his lap. His automatic weapon lay casually on the desk top next to his feet.Dripping wet and pissed off, I went to wake him. When I shook his.