For one of those rare moments in her life, she felt completely safe, alive, and able to be free of her curse. Playfully she stroked his chin with one...hand, feeling there the recent trim of his beard. Those short, coal-black hairs stood at sharp attention, each as if of hard-iron as found on a bristle brush used by shoe shiners. Two highlights of iridescent mother-of-pearl mingled upon his thick sideburns, the next part stroked by her hand, in a slow, swirling motion with the tips of her. But then my sexy wife stopped her thrusting for a split second, long enough to realize that this was a real cock in place of the black piece of rubber.Apparently, her lust overcame her inhibitions, because she began to fuck Claus back, while she sucked my hard dick with a renewed vigor.As soon as I released her legs, Claus leaned forward and Anita wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her hungry wet pussy. She began to meet his every thrust with an intensity I had never seen. Also, I'm planning on taking a few routes with this story, one will be just the standard student will all normal things, based in a mundane world. Second will be a story that delves into modern magic and the supernatural. The third and final one would be the celebrity storyline, where the main character starts to get with the hotties of Hollywood. I have no idea what priority that these will be placed at, I might work on all three at once and alternate with the postings, or I might finish one. Not with her but with a culture that could be judgemental about what she did in private and with adults. I mean, ours is a pretty free culture after all, god knows what it must be like for women in others. I looked at Jo and we both realised we had something of a repair job to carry out here. We sat either side and cuddled her. ‘Shusssh,’ whispered Jo in her ear, ‘shush now Amy. Don’t think like that. You are not a slut and you never will be.’ ‘Do you know what a ‘slut’ is?’ I asked her softly..