He stroked her mound for a moment. I could see that his middle finger was sliding in the crease each time he dragged his hand forward.Arnulf dropped h...s hand and replaced the lamp. He noticed that the other girl no longer had her head wrapped in her arms but was watching him and her plumper friend. He grinned wickedly at her, which caused her to blush and turn away."Look!" he said to her, grabbing the girl in front of him and spinning her about so that she faced toward her friend. Wrapping one. Instead, it became quiet, then I heard the tell-tale sounds of kisses as I gazed up to see my wife kissing Steve. Their tongues in a hot embrace as he grabbed her breast and twisted a nipple.I moved my fist up and down the hard shaft, jacking his cock slick with my saliva as my wife frenched him, her tiny pink tongue sliding in and out of his mouth.Steve broke the kiss long enough to ask, "You know what a cuckold is boy?" At the time I had never heard the term and shook my head no."A cuckold is. A stone cock draws her attention, fixing her eyes to it, but not like any cock she’d seen before. A slightly pointed head and a slight curve to the thick shaft, something inhuman about it. Her eyes followed the curve to the knot at its base and she shuddered, the panic triggering another of those conditioned spikes of arousal.She has only enough time to feel the panic rise again before she feels something sliding into her cunt. No, not something. Someone. The cock enters easily, stretching her. I stammered something and stepped to one side indicating her to step into the hall ahead of me. I’ve always had a weakness for beautiful women. That may sound like an obvious thing for a guy to say, but not all men are as entirely in the thrall of an hourglass figure, long flowing hair, painted nails and lips and a set of smouldering hot eyes as I always find myself. I was already weak; already putty in this girls hands. She was tall and had an air of power, aided by her high stiletto heels.