”She winked at me, her large tits heaving.I buried my face into her crotchless panties. The lace of the fabric rubbed on my lips as I licked through...the gap. I gathered up my wife's sweet pussy juices and the salty taste of the futa's delicious cum. I loved it. I licked again while the sounds of fucking and moaning came from the board. This was all so exciting. As I took a third lick, hands grabbed my rump. A hard futa-cock pressed into the folds of my pussy. My girl-dick throbbed.“President. What bare skin? Yes I didn't have on a bathing suit! Why? How did I get here? I remember going to bed last night and then nothing. I could feel my mouth move but no sound comes out. I tried to scream, but nothing. Why? My wrist and upper arms were being held to the sand with some sort of binding so I couldn't even lift my shoulders. And my ankles and thighs were bound the same way. I was virtually held in place and couldn't make a sound. But for some reason, at least not yet, I wasn't scared. I. I wouldn’t say that she dressed particularly provocatively but with my hormones any cleavage was plenty! And when she would sit and cross her legs, causing her skirts to raise, any sign of garter was enough to keep me from learning anything all period!As you have most likely gathered I was quite infatuated with her body ( getting to know someone’s personality not really being an issue back then ) And we were now into the second half of the year, I think by now Mrs Doe had caught me a few times. I certainly had little or no sexual desire for her or for any other woman, even Nicky.I felt more at peace for that time spent alone. I wondered if I needed Nicky quite as often, or whether her presence was stopping me moving on. After two years I could divorce Sally for desertion, and that seemed to be the only probable future for me.Nicky was far too young for me, of that I was sure; she needed a younger man. I now began to feel guilty at keeping her from a happy single life. I resolved to.