She wasn’t ashamed that she made out with you or anything. It just seems her breasts are a source of constant conversation among the boys at school,...and having the one boy who actually knew anything about them keep quiet was a very good thing from her point of view. Not a lot of boys at school would have done something like that when talking about it would have earned him a lot of props from the rest of the guys. It’s good to know you can be trusted. I certainly couldn’t trust my last. It hurt, but it was nothing compared to the strapping, at least not until he came to my hymen and pulled back to break his way fully towards my womb. The pain was sharp as he tore the tissue asunder and started to fuck me with full deep movements. It did ease a little as my opening began to accommodate him and I have to admit I started to enjoy the sensation until he flooded my womb with his seed. For a while he left his prick embedded deeply in my cunt and I knew from watching the breeding of. Breathlessly, she pulled her lips away and whispered, with a wild hint in her voice, "What's the matter, baby? Don't you want me?" That tone. Holy shit, that tone. I'd never heard it before, but damn, I would follow that sexy voice into the deepest pits of Hell just to hear it again. "Dear God yes," I heard myself answer. She pulled her hands and I willingly released them. "Good," she whispered in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. Once again she went at my belt and this time I let her. Every one of them would have told me the same thing; that in a wife-sharing relationship there had to be trust; that I shouldn’t have gone with another man without my husband’s knowledge and acquiescence. Knowing what he would say – and indeed did eventually say - I hardly dared tell Richard, one of my most helpful cuckold friends what I had done.But for Tony and me, the dam was well and truly breached. For the next two weeks we were like kids with a new toy, meeting and making love as often as.