“Fuck me, Steven. Come on, baby, fuck me now.” He was naked in seconds, his mighty erection almost bouncing off his stomach as we moved the table...so that Andrew could see me being properly fucked. "Oh yes," I crooned, clasping his beautiful big weapon. “You know where this belongs, don't you?" "Inside you,” he groaned, lifting me off my feet. We were close to Andrew and I saw him watching when I wrapped both arms around my lover's neck and slipped down onto his monumental prick. “Look, no. I never acted on it. I couldn’t take the chance of ruining my reputation ... I was worried that someone would find out. I probably had the largest collection of bestiality magazines and 8mm films in the UK in the 90s. Then the internet came along and I could just download it for free. I never got married because I was only interested in animals – and I didn’t dare to share that part of me with anyone else. Again, everyone thought I was married to my job ... I was really just too scared to risk. After I got married my fetish kind of took a back seat to real sex and the fact that my wife loved lingerie almost as much as I did and we used lingerie a lot in our sex life. She even has a bit of a clue as to just how much I do love it but she doesn’t know the full extent of it or about my bi sexuality that I managed to keep under control for most of our marriage. My fetish came back in a big way after I lost my job that I had for many years and decided to get into residential real estate to. As I work nights, I normally only saw them for breakfast and sometimes at dinner. The rest of the time our paths never crossed, except for this one time.Jenny arrived on the morning before my shift started, so for a change we were around together, we made small talk as you do, school, fun and other uninteresting stuff. The girls went to bed at about 10 and my wife and I some time later.The next morning I was awake early as I had to go back to bed before my shift. My daughter was awake but Jenny.