The thought of my wife dancing with another man, or even other men, just, well it just makes me so proud and excited.Like many married men, I love the...thought of my wife being admired and touched by other men or even making love or having sex with another man that is very arousing for me! She is fabulous to look at and she has such a wonderful personality. Being married to her for the past fifteen years has been wonderful. She and I both care about our appearance and wanting to look good has. Running her hands over her body, playing particular attention to her tits and triangle of desire. The she held on arm under her bra whilst she undid the strap with the other hand. Like a practised stripper she slowly lowered her arm and whipped the bra away, arching her back so the glory of her breasts stood proud and firm.Next came the panties. She lay on the floor, feet towards me and raised each side on me as I sat on the bed. She brought her knees up to her breasts and pulled the silky. The dissonance of both voices speaking each in their own incomprehensible Babel dialect screeches through my thoughts. “We of the realm of pure lust have found ways to make you feel ultimate pleasure through immeasurable torture and you, in your clueless quest for nothing but selfish bliss have chosen to submit yourself to us.”“Many have vainly ended in madness in our quest,” states the male voice dryly, “for the human flesh is fragile and the mind weak.” I can hear how the pale, thick lips. Since I was, I don’t know ... well I don’t know, old enough to have a crush. That’s okay isn’t it?”She’d seen my surprise. What could I say? “Of course it’s okay,” I smiled into her reactive green eyes, “I love that.” Whew. I saw she was satisfied with my response.She sat up and began to fuck herself cheerfully up and down on my electrified, rock-hard pole. Her tight, oily pussy walls were stroking its mushroom head and firing more waves of euphoria into my bloodstream. Her pussy was feeling.