What might have happened is anyone’s guess. This story is my fantasy of where things might have went. What part was real and what part did I dream u...? You decide. The summer had been a typical one for the town we grew up in. 110 degrees in the shade during the day and not much better at night. I was sitting in my usual place by my bedroom window reading a book that really wasn’t holding my interest. I heard a door slam from across the street and glanced up only to have heart leap into my throat. She parked her car exactly where it had been.Slowly she moved to the building taking in the sights and sounds of the parking lot. As she neared the building, she turned and looked at her car. Oh, she was excited her panties were drenched. Would her anticipation ruin it? Was she expecting too much. She tried not thinking about it. Sure, that was the ticket but of course that doesn’t work.The day moved by slowly with boring people calling about their boring crap that a storm damaged, or stolen. Have you ever seen such a delightful ass, be a darling and show me what you can do to an asshole baby’ she instructed me. I knelt behind him and began to knead his buttocks while inching my mouth lower to his twitching anus. I began to lick around his hairless hole while the Wife stood astride him her strap-on cock inches from my face. ‘That’s it baby, lick that asshole, get him nice and wet for my cock’. I slurped away on his delicious asshole then reached beneath him to feel his cock hard and. All the while I kept thinking that the sooner I got dressed up, thesooner I would be able to feast on a few more luscious cocks. It was allI could think about, and I suspect that if Peters wasn't by my siderestraining me I might have attacked a stock boy right in the middle ofthe store.Perhaps I would have been arrested and sent to prison-- alone and at themercy of the cruel inmates with their huge cocks and the merciless guardswith their hard billy clubs. 10-20 years of doing hard time as a.