I hekd the back of her head and fucked her mouth and face. Pretty soon she was making gagging noises and spit was dripping out of the sides of her mou...h. Then I came!! It must have been a big load, since I was still holding her head on my cock, and a mix of cum and spit came shooting out of her nose. Now I had a load of cum and spit at the base of my cock, and in my belly button. Before I could wipe it off, Peggy leaned over and slurped the mixture off my belly, off my cock and swallowed it. The fender forced it to grow upward, trapped against my stomach, forming my own...“I have a cock!”“You're a futa now!” laughed B. “Enjoy!”A car honked. Traffic zoomed by as my new dick throbbed and ached, trapped, begging to be used, to be touched. I reached down, rubbing at it between me and the fender. Only I couldn't touch it. There was something in the way...Clothing.My pants.My car shook from the passage of a semi-truck pulling a huge trailer. I blinked and...Opened my eyes. I was in my. He took out the damaged section and I gave my cell number, so he could call me later…As soon as he left I had a warm shower and put on something that would peak his interest. I chose a light summer dress that showed too much cleavage and decided not to wear panties. A couple hours later Matthew called me, saying he had got the new piece and was coming back to complete his job. I opened the door and the young guy looked over at my cleavage and my toned long legs hanging out. I smiled back at him. Though my husband and I were not semi monogamous, ,i could not resist. Believe me, I resisted. I resisted when I got on the train praying for a derailment. I resisted when I walked down the street to his house, hoping to fall and break my ankle, but ultimately, I found myself in his basement. He had company. It was Josh, a tall, slim, 32 year old white man. He was on the bed watching carefully, as Richard, and I talked. More like, as Richard talked and I listened. Richard had ordered me to top.