Her behaviour was scary, but it was still insanely erotic in my eyes and I couldn’t help but feel bloody horny for her. Then she started mimicking i... a high, childish, whiny voice what I told her earlier, which started it all, “But I need to go! My parents are going to a trip of Europe and our tickets are booked. We had planned it long before you owned me, akka. I can’t say no to them na. Please, I won’t plan anything over the next vacations.” Her grip on my cock tightened as she said all this,. ’ With that, I enjoyed watching you strip and my breath caught in my throat again as I saw your breasts with obviously engorged nipples, that sexy little bum and that naked pussy. I then removed my own trousers as I didn’t want them to get wet, with your juices, but kept on my boxers as I didn’t want you to see how hard you had already made me. ‘Right come over here and lie across my legs’ I said after sitting on a nice firm chair and I lay you down with your head to my left and took hold of. Our married sex life was very vanilla. I thought conservatively tame. For as a young married couple we only had sex once a week and this was dictated by whether Debbie had a swim meet or not the next day. We had regular sex, her allowing me to play with and oil her tits and dip my four inch cock into her cunt. With my excitement, I normally came very quickly often apologising to her for not getting her to orgasm. In our post sex state, me satisfied, Debbie frustrated, she would continue to play. Then the unknown fellow pulled us both close and started making out with both of us. By silent agreement, we all went into the water again and swim together, the three of us naked men enjoying each other’s company. We splashed and played for a good while, but then we all got tired and headed back for land, sitting together in the Kentucky summer sun.“Who are you?” I asked the obviously older guy.“I’m Henry Stewart, new camp counselor at Camp Crusade. You won’t tell anyone that I’m gay, will.