’We sit together, quiet, listening, but there’s no sound apart from the sounds of nature. You lean towards me, and as we look into each other’s ...yes, the longing within each of us desires release, and our lips meet, gently tasting the other. We part, but as we do, we know that we need more, this time, our lips meet and our tongues touch, exploring, tasting, deeply. You feel a gentle tingling growing through your body, as we embrace, your breasts becoming more tender, alert, and between your. And the truth is, while sometimes it had been difficult or hurt – over the years I’d grown to enjoy it, knowing that Claire would be coming home with me at the end of the evening – however handsome or hunky the guy who pursued her was.And as I watched Claire’s fingers on the keyboard, seeing that little excited smile and the slightly flushed expression – it was a similar feeling, but only amped up and on steroids! Realizing my wife was excitedly flirting with these five black guys.At first, I. ”Colette thrilled at the thought of being made to carry out such utterly appalling filth for the men. She moved her hand towards the filthy, slimy, brown shit which was partly oozing over the rim of the bowl. Her soft hand slid over the surface of the shit, feeling the sloppy, oozing muckiness of it. She pressed her hand firmly down and the brown ooze pushed up between her fingers and coated her soft, delicate hand with its filth.The stench from the shit was absolutely gross as her hand. Any man would be watching you. You're very sexy like this." Can I see it?"Again, a question I wasn't expecting."You can masturbate with me if you want," she added.Well, I can tell you that my heart rate just watching her was double the normal and my cock was harder than it had been in months."It's really all right if you want to take it out and get off with me. I'd love to see you cum."So, I stood up and unbuckled my belt and slid my pants off and dropped my boxers to the floor. I had the.