The kids would be well-behaved while their mommies were occupied. The husbands would watch the kids and the games and would not see anything unusual a...out their wives taking me to bed. Even if they came and watched me fucking the girls, it would be quite all right with them. They would be very engrossed in the games and let us alone for the most part but any time they intruded, it would be very amicable. That is just the way the families greeted us. The men were not even curious why I was there. He asked Ana if she had felt a black cock in her before and she told a little lie, answering she had never done it. Bertrand smiled and asked my wife to guide it in for him…The guy looked at me again; the bastard wanted me to see my own wife guiding his black cock into her tight married white pussy. Anita reached down and guided the thick cockhead between her open pussy lips, sliding it up and down a couple of times. She then lifted her hips to take him. Bertrand moaned and he pushed his own. . “The flying machine port!” I shouted back, nodding.“Of course!” Tjen said, her eyes widening. “We can take a flying machine to Berlin! Or Vienna!”“As if Adolph Hitler is an Austrian!” I shot back. The Austrian Empire had lost the ‘Hungarian’ part of their name to the Panslavs in the aftermath of the Great War, and was barely functional, torn between the Tzar and his Panslav cronies and the many warring German Republics. The idea that the kind of authority it’d take to wreak such havoc would. “You are a different matter, of course. You are no cuck. You are no wimp. You’re no wittol. You’re ... you. I’ve never met a more ... self-willed, deliberate man in my life. One who could bide his time, who could calculate, could detach himself, and yet show his wrath, too, when needed. A man who could will himself to be warm or cold as he had to be, could be kind one moment, cruel the next. Maybe I’ve just been with cucks and Bulls too much and have forgotten other kinds of men exist except.