At least, I thought it was. We alternated for her next few climaxes, with one of us fucking her the other could play with her nipples (me), kiss her (...im), and whisper sweet nothings while nibbling her ear (both). This did not hurt her enjoyment. She began to get off pretty regular with each of us as we kept alternating. With her eyes closed she soon lost track, and didn’t care who was in her.By taking turns cooling our cocks off we kept things going for about 40 minutes, alternating on her so. Before even being sure she'd found it, she'd fallen in love and married. Marriage to Alec Austin surely wasn't prison, was it? He was a sweet man. Maybe not a strong, self-assured man like the ones she'd met at the villa, but he was the man she loved; he cared for her. Alec wasn't the cause she was here, a prisoner of dilemmas, was he? He didn't even know. But nevertheless, here she was, handed to a man by another man – pushed to give him pleasure in order to save her husband; the husband whose. He thought about it for a few seconds and gave a reluctant nod. With no hesitation, she placed her hand behind his head and slowly, but forcefully pushed it into my lap where he unenthusiastically began to suck my dick. He dropped his open hostility to the act after a minute or so and actually started to do a decent job. He was even licking my engorged head when he would move up my shaft and attempting to put as much of me in his mouth when he would move back down it. Although he had been. Finally I gave in and married him.“At first it was just fine but as my fuck buddies moved out of my life, it was harder to replace them as a married woman. In the past year it’s really been going downhill and I had to do something to fix this. I really do care for him. I told you this was kinda weird, didn’t I?”During the next few copulations she told him about her extensive sexual history in response to his questions. How she dated a lot through high school and college and even after that, not.