It didn’t hurt so much as usual. Perhaps I was stretching to accommodate him.“Do you think my breasts are too small?” I asked.“No, they’re p...rfect,” he replied, a little too quickly for my liking.“But what about Mrs McKenzie’s breasts? They’re spectacular. Surely all men prefer them that size.”“On your frame they’d look grotesque. Besides, yours are delightfully sensitive.”With a gentleness that belied his size, Tiny caressed my tiny globes and nearly got my motor running again.Tiny. Without. ..she was mine. Over a period of two years we got to know each other's likes, and we found that an open relationship worked for us...she's had as many men as I've had women....possibly more. She s even shared some of my sluts with me...gets a strap on, on...ya ken. Haha. Great crack, that. She's even had a few gangbangs.....that's the sort of woman she is...see! Very like you! Big difference is though.....she's not a fucking head job...like you are. She likes cock because....she likes cock.. In this marriage, I am the dominant one.Scott owns a logistic company and quite good at what he is doing. He had gained few pounds ever since we got married. He hasn't been very good at keeping up with my needs (which has always been consistently high thank god for vibrators), but of course I never told him this. He likes to boast about his 4" penis and how I always lied to him how great the sex was. I thought little white lie wouldn't hurt. He really cares for me in a financial kinda way. We. They clung together for a few minutes until the shivering and thrusting stopped then flopped to the side of the bed and lay huffing and puffing next to each other. They heard a car stop in front of the house."Pizza man is here," Tim forced the words out..They waited for the doorbell and Cindy's call. Instead they heard the door open and close. The car pulled away. A voice came from the front door area."Hello, Cindy. How are you? Where is everyone?" Oh my god," Jill said. "It's your father!"Tim.