The ones that did were crude and stupid. What did your old man say about that? I asked. I never told him. She said. I couldnt break his heart. He died...in a car accident my sophomore year. I couldnt even go to the funeral. Do I look like him? I asked. Not looking to be a replacement for what she had lost. Not at all you are taller, stronger, and with much darker hair. I like the beard too. She smiled roguishly. Its you I want, not him. I want you to fuck me like the dirty girl I am. You are. “We can look into it more later. We should just cover as much ground as possible right now.”“You’re right. Let’s go.”With that, we start toward the stairs, and once on them, we hurry downward. On the second floor, I lead us to the stairs I came in from. They’re different than what he described while we were exploring. I wasn’t intercepted by beautiful, self-purported guides to help me get my bearings in this world. There was no locker room, no “maze of interwoven and labyrinthian. You are my cuckold husband and you will not be told what goes on.I was excited about how she was behaving. We pulled up to the address she had written down. The building had no sign just an address. I tried the door but it was locked. Then as we was about to walk away a voice came over the small speaker next to the door. NAME PLEASE. My wife pushed me aside and said her name. In a second the door buzzed and we entered. Once inside we saw a window with frosted glass. A ladies voice said please. I would like to say it was nice but it hurt like fuck. NO ONE had been in there ever.He made his strokes deeper and I started to loosen up and with thumb in cunt I actually had to agree it was real good.I turned over for him and whilst I did that he released his hard cock and dropped his shorts. God he had a massive cock and those balls must have contained gallons of cum.I lay there and let him do all he wanted. I could feel his hard cock slide across my arse from time to time and that felt.