I felt like a captive up here in this God’s forsaken cold country without even a companion to speak with. Being honest, our marriage was already on ...he skids. I wanted out of this desolate life alone for months on end with only a man I didn’t love. Abe was a good man in some respects. He kept me well fed within a dilapidated summer cottage, but there never was the love I had planned. The idea of homesteading was my romance, but it wore thin within two months and I longed to leave. Question was,. His name was Steve. Briley was just very polite, saying ‘thank you’, or ‘my Oliver thinks so too’ … they were not too forward and it was always respectful, but after Briley got a little more drunk after the next comment he made she reached under the table and started to rub my cock through my jeans. It startled me at first, but she just smiled at me. The conversation and alcohol were starting to turn her on.Brileys hand movements must have caught Steve attention. With a big grin he looked at me. 'We can't have sex. You are much too big for me. You will hurt me." She was looking at his hard cock, extending straight out almost nine inches from his hairy crotch. Jerry's cock, when erect, did look very intimidating. The head was the size of a medium size plum, and with his precum dripping and smeared on it, it glistened in the light. A large vein, swollen and filled with his blood, ran the length of his cock, curving and finally winding itself underneath the shaft. The shaft reminded her. .nice long strokes, then he started pounding. All I saw were her legs bouncing in the air and her tits bouncing...he held her arms over her head while he fucked her and said now she belonged to him for the night and without a condom on he's going to cum wherever he pleased and said his first load is going in her pussy....I almost came when he said that...and my wife couldn't speak...all she was doing was moaning and cumming...beteween the fucking and the alcohol she was helpless in any decision.