I'm sure that only a small fraction of husbands who have ever had this fantasy are lucky enough to experience it, and in reality, most are probably mo...e comfortable fantasizing about it than actually witnessing it. I must say that up to this very moment, I was one of those husbands who was more comfortable only fantasizing about it.Believe me, when you have spent years fantasizing about it and finally gaze at another man's sexually aroused cock inches from your wife's vagina; you begin to. ”“I thought you would,” Emily giggled.“You’re gonna come for me now, aren’t you?”It wasn’t a question that needed an answer. If she continued doing what she was doing, it would be a statement of fact.I nodded my approval of her actions but I hadn’t expected to come quite so fast. Then again, I hadn’t expected her thumb to force itself inside my anus; lubricated by the soapsuds that covered her hand. It slipped in effortlessly and before long I was being fingered and thumb fucked in both my. ” He grunted, pulling down his tight leather pants, letting his cock spring free, all ten inches of it. He started stroking his cock, getting it nice and hard. I looked down at my nipples, which were turning from a dark shade of red to purple, the pain almost unbearable. The man moved to the side of my bed again, and removed the nipple clamps. I felt instant relief. It didn’t last long, as he fitted a leather, bra-like apparatus to my breast. The difference between this and a bra was that. Never had she felt such harmony with a man, like they were synchronized, biologically in phase — more evidence of a spiritual bond. She let herself go and freewheeled on sensation, on pleasure. As she began to pump along his cock there seemed to be an intuitive response from him. His touch held a fuel that ignited fires. His tongue left an itch that needed a scratch. Her climax grew near and he sensed it. Tom whispered, ‘Come on, Baby,’ and swirled her clit with his thumb, pushing her over the.