One would think that because he and his wife were relatively distant, that he would never fantasize about her. In actuality, Tricia was the primary f...cus of his sexual imagination. Pete dreamt of seeing his outwardly conservative Junior League, Daughter of the American Revolution, PTA wife in the most degrading, undignified, shameful scenarios. In fact, on the rare occasion he could get completely hard, it was always to fantasies of her being savagely fucked by a group of black men with. Mistress left the room calledJulie asked about coming over and after some giggles and laughing saidyea she can do that. `After dinner I instructed to put the cheerleader uniform. I tried toprotest but she just said if I didn't do it I'd find myself tied to thetree in my back yard overnight in just my girdle, bra and stocking.After dinner I was taken back upstairs where mistress unlocked my wristcuffs took the dress off of me, unhooked the stockings and rolled themdown my legs followed by the. .. I knew all about it, all the time. And I can tell you, my darling hushband, I sure was hot... God, was I hot, just like Shtuart said... right, Mark? You agree that I'm hot?"A long, raucous laugh broke from her limply working red lips as she looked at her husband viciously. "I knew, I knew, I knew," she chanted, as if to torture him by letting him see her bawdy drunkenness. "Stuart told me all about it... the pictures... the photography lesson... I'm not shtupid, you know, Mark. I knew about. ” Her hand reaches my throbbing cock and begins to rub hard against it. I softly moan as my hand reaches her cheek and draws her lips to mine, kissing her hard and passionately. Her hand stroking up and down my shaft as my hand travels down and cups her huge breast. She shoves me back and begins to undo my belt and jeans, pulling them off my legs. Her eyes locked with mine as her tongue travels up my thigh, over my balls and up to the tip of my cock. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I.