This just got my juices flowing more.I so wanted to be fucked hard. He tied my wrists and ankles to the bedposts and blindfolded me face down, ass up,...leaving me there saying he'd be back for some throat fucking.As I lay there my mind wandered to thoughts of many of the kinky sexual experiences I've enjoyed over the years but kept cummming back to the one I desired, to be a*****ed and used by strangers.My pussy and ass were craving Cocks more than ever. After a while the door opened, he got on. However, I always declined. You see, I am a "take charge" sort of man. In business and in bed, I tend to call the shots. Something about laying on a massage table with limited vision having a stranger rub from my feet to my neck just seemed to leave me in a vulnerable position. One day, my wife began her plea for a couples massage once more. It was our anniversary, so she was playing that card as well. Every objection I had, she tried to eliminate. "I don't want someone touching my feet or. She actually asked me why. Because we are making love and I need to practice so that I will be a good kisser when I get a date. She liked that answer and said that she and my other sisters could use the practice too. Then she said that kissing each other was not the same thing. Kissing each other? Yes they had started kissing each other once in a while pretending that the other girl was a boy. The girls French kissed and all. Billie Jo was really good and I got the hang of it quickly. I smiled. ." Your arousal means your body wants to be pregnant," Jonathan whispered into her ear. "Why don't you let this one take? I've heard of implants and I know how they work." It'll take a month for my body to return to normal," Dani whispered back. "But I think I'd love to have your child..." Does that mean you love me?" Jonathan teased.Dani bit his ear in reply. "Don't press your luck ... We'll see, okay?"The boat caught in an eddy and began turning more rapidly."Is something on the line?" Dani.