The last week was so up and down that I had no sure feeling about what lines to draw and where to draw them. Deep down I'd rather Carol didn't fuck ar...und. If the last two weeks were any guide then if I wanted to know where she was and what she was doing all the time I'd need a lot more stamina, maybe more than I had.We needed to find a way to trust each other, but what did that mean? Worst case, it had to be me trusting that she'd always come back to me, but that felt too risky. Dean and Jay. He concentrated his eyes and thoughts on watching her moving her hips to the rhythm of the music that was playing on the sound system. Frank could feel his cock twitching as Denise continued the movements of her hand across the top of his pants where his cock was trapped. A wet spot had started to form as the pre-cum from his cock oozed out onto the inside of his pants, and eventually soaked through to the outside. He never wore underwear when he came to the club in case he ever got lucky. .. as well. He could only manage one intrusion with his thing, but he made up for it with tongue and fingers under my instruction. And he loved it when I ... well, I”“Okay, I get the picture” I smiled at her“Yes, and when I suggested there were one or two women I knew, he said he only wanted to have me but I could have as many women as I wanted”“Well, if you’re sure ... ask him to come over.Ah, Smurf. Truly a great surprise! Can the evening have been such a success?”“It was a revelation. Do you. I began to approach the point of no return and threw my head back, told my wife that I loved her and held on tight. My balls tightened and I too almost lost consciousness. I came so hard and emptied my balls up into my wife yet I’m not sure that she even knew. HE kept at it and finally, I felt HIM spasm and then I swear that I could feel stream after stream of his HOT ejaculate shooting into my wife’s bowels. I knew how much he came in the past and I could only wonder how much of HIS cum he was.