I could feel her inspecting me with her eyes. My wife said, You know he does look pathetic. I thought I was sleeping with a Man. But looking at him no..., I see a wimp. A pathetic excuse for a man. We agreed we would be open minded. We gave you permission to do what you felt was best. You made us do things and experience things we never thought we would try. Looking at him here. I see no reason to stop now. You have my permission to do whatever you feel is best not only for him but for me as. I went up to my wife and said sternly “Can I have a word with you dear?” looking a little annoyed she spoke. “What do you want?” I said “tell me what is going on” she smirked and bent to play another shot. As she lined up she said “These boys didn’t want to play a girl so I have bet these guys that I can beat them all at pool and those that I can’t I will give a hand job.” I was visibly stunned and all the guys at the table burst into laughter. “But you can’t I pleaded” My wife then potted a. “I'm your little whore, Baby. Punish your little slut with that big fat fucking cock. I'm so stretched out right now, I feel like I'm going to split in half!”I started sawing my dick in and out of her tight hole. Her pussy gripping my cock with every stoke. She grunted every time I slammed into her. I held her hands for leverage, pulling her back every time I pushed into her.Being in heels, and bent over, her ass was slightly upturned. I looked down and saw her asshole. I spit on the top of her. The first day of the preparations was awesome. Really, really awesome. She was sitting in front of me and I just kept staring at her sexy structure whole day long but I never got to speak to her that day. The next day was even more awesome. She came and spoke to me. She told me what work I had to do and most of those things. But even then I never thought she fancied me too. We worked together, arranging skits and dramas and dance practices for almost 3-4 days.Then one day it was a Saturday.