“Oh Jake, I didn’t want you to see that. It doesn’t hurt as much now as it when he did it three days ago.In a calm, even cold, voice I said “W...o did this to you Karen?” My cold voice frightened her as she dropped her head and whispered “My Mas... , I mean Victor. He was very angry when we arrived at the Outer Banks. He hadn’t spoken ten words the whole trip. I asked him what I did to make him so mad.”He screamed at me, “You don’t remember calling me a bastard in front of that wetback in your. "I leaned forward slowly, not really knowing what to expect. I had tasted my own juices, sucking them from my fingers and lately from the fingers of any man who felt like feeling my pussy, as well as any number of cocks. I knew that taste wasn't unpleasant. It was certainly less objectionable than the taste of cum. But there was just something so very wrong about touching another woman's vagina.The first thing I noticed was the way she looked. Her labia were slightly larger than mine. But they. As soon as her fingers left mynether hole was stretched out by the magnificent Stryker."Mmmmpffffhhhhh", I screamed into the gag when Stryker slowlyinvaded his new territory. I thought my eyes were going to pop.My wife kept slowly and steadily pushing. There was no doubtabout it, she wouldn't stop before her skin touched mine. "Ohyesss", she screamed out. "What a rush. You are my wife now. Ohmy god, yessss." She wrapped her arms around my bound form andpushed the final inch of Stryker into me.. I caressed the nylon sheathed prize all the way to the club. When I opened her door and she got out, my wife and her husband were on the other side of the car. She showed me everything, letting the hem of her dress ride all the way up. Sheer-to-waist nylons, no panties underneath, neatly trimmed bush. I was ruined for the night!My wife was hell-bent on keeping my attention, and making sure I was up for her at night's end. She continually played up to me, placing my hand on her nylon covered.