The difference between love and acceptance―and being property. I feel safe with you," she said timidly.A couple of happy tears leaked out of her eye... as she finished loving me, sending my emotions to a place that wanted to protect her. "I understand the protector role so much better now, " I thought. Her carefree enjoyment of pleasing me was humbling and lifted my spirit.I took a moment to feel smug as I surveyed the bedroom. This was the only unoccupied bedroom left in the tower. It was. As this was our 3rd meet with her we had all got quite familiar with each other and enjoyed a very sexy evening together. However, the following night would be a different story.The next night i was out for a beer with my friend Bill. He knew my wife were swingers but he didn't normally ask about our adventures. This night though he asked question after question, his curiosity getting the better of him. About 10pm i got a call from K telling me Vikki had text her to say she'd been let down by a. "Hey what the hell?" Natasha asked as the breeze made her hair fly allover. She struggled to keep her hair covering the right side of her face."Sorry. Figured we could use some fresh air. I'll close the window if youwant," I replied still holding onto the window frame."It's fine... It was getting stuffy in here anyways," she said scootingaway from the window on the bed."Why do you keep hiding the right side of your face?" I asked."N-none of your business!" she said being caught off guard.I had. He fucked her even faster and harder than before. He finally arched his back and came inside of my wife’s cunt.This time Ana fell forward onto a heap. She looked really wasted.I saw her putting her hand over her pussy lips. That meant to me she was feeling sore after such brutal fucking.Jerome came back from the bathroom and was smiling as he was drinking a beer. He asked his mates who would be up next to try the married bitch’s cunt. The second guy said he would be glad having another round on.