“He is also into things that might seem a bit rough.” I added, “But again, we can stop him anytime we want… if you’re not enjoying it.”“...ougher?” my wife asked, “Like what?”Well” again I proceeded slowly, “like nipple pulling and twisting and breast slapping too.”“Anything else? She asked, seeming a bit breathy as she asked.“Then there’s some pussy slapping,” I added, “face fucking and anal plugs.”Surprisingly, the more and more I went down the list, the more excitement I could easily see in. Some times we made love more than twice a day. I know that she and Gus still made out nearly every night. She loved sex and she loved to satisfy both of us." What did Gus say to that?" He never said anything. I think he got off on knowing his son was fucking his mother." How long did this go on?" Until her death 4 years later.'"You were even fucking her after we were engaged. Would you still be fucking her now if she were here?" Yes if she would have." What am I suppose to do now? Am I suppose. I felt pleasure immediately erupt across my spine. I saw his face soften. I lay across his chest, kissing his visible muscles and feeling him gently pulsate his pelvis into my vagina. I began to ride him, feeling my soft pussy receive his well oiled dick. I bounced off his pelvis, hearing the table creak beneath our weight. I knew it wouldn't break, I've fucked at least twenty men on this table twenty times over without it ever caving. He reached up and felt my breasts. He squeezed them,. I kept kissing and licking it, and I felt like I was in love with it. I wasn't nervous anymore, just extremely excited. I wrapped my lips around it and started sucking on it, closing my eyes without thinking about it. It was so overwhelmingly satisfying. It felt so natural. His penis was sooo smooth and warm; hard but the surface was soft and I loved squeezing it with my lips."Look up at me."Before this, the idea of eye contact was too weird to me, but I had no trouble looking up at him while I.