'No fucking way' I thought. 'This is not happening! I'm not some sort of dirty slut who gets fucked in the ass. I've never ever had anything in my ass...before and that huge cock is not going to fit.' I shook and screamed and struggled against the straps but it was pointless. I felt him standing behind me and crouch down, positioning himself above my ass. I heard him pour more lube on his cock and stroke it some more. "Just relax, you'll be fine" he said in that low raspy voice. I felt the head. Although only 44 years old he looked 54. He smoked constantly and drank far too much on a regular basis. His stocky legs, sagging belly, and flat ass were in no way attractive to me. His cock was also a thing of great disappointment. It was small, about four inches at most, and was not very thick at all. Normally this would not have been an issue, but he would cum in less time than it took to boil an egg at the best of times. Usually, he would cum after perhaps ten thrusts. On our wedding. Okay listen to my story and you'll see the quandary I find myself in.Just about three years ago, I stepped outside of a building after a great meeting with a potential new client. The meeting had gone well, better than well actually because I had also met a really nice woman at the meeting and she'd accepted my invitation to have drinks with me that evening.Anyway, there I was with my head in the clouds. I'd been depressed for a while because only seven months before that date, my wife had sat. Ophelia looked at me quizzically. “Well, what do you say? Should he join us?” I looked again at his body and nodded my approval.“Well,” said Ophelia, “looks like it's your lucky day; come over here, big boy.” Tyler climbed between my legs as Ophelia straddled my face. I lifted my shoulders off the bed, grabbing her legs for support, and began toying at her the way she had done for me. Tyler moaned as he pushed himself inside; it made me hornier knowing I caused it. The three of us created a.