, on the edge of the countryside not far from the river.On warm summer evenings I would go with friends to the old lock where there was a pool where w... could swim in relatively safely and the water was deliciously cool on those warm evenings. There were always a lot of people about, families, courting couples, teenagers and c***dren of my age. There were also a small number of single men who we k**s “knew” to be gay, though that word wasn’t used in those far off days to denote homosexuals.One. After that, I have enjoyed writing erotic fiction, and for the most part, I’ve been gratified by the responses. But I think I’m getting a little burned out. So, I hope you enjoy this story, even without any explicit sex. And I think that I’m going to take a break from Literotica for a while. I do have a few partially written pieces, so maybe I’ll come back down the road. But, if not, thanks for reading my work and providing me with mostly positive feedback. Another note, on this story—it is. When I came into the room and saw Don's huge cock I touched my cheek in a delicate, limp-wristed way and it surprised me that I gave him a provocative even wanton look.When he said "kneel" I was quick to my knees, there was no way to hide my eagerness, my enthusiasm. I watched myself licking and tonguing his sack and sucking his cock, I knew I had enjoyed it but on the video I could see myself smiling, overjoyed as I worshiped the cock of a real man, the sort of man that a woman should kneel in. .she is going to have a fun night tonight...” All of them laugh, as they move to me my husband on the floor shouting and swearing at them.My husband was soon quietened, as one of the men pushed a ball-gag in his mouth and secured it tightly, “You should stop shouting dickhead....you might wake your k**s...you wouldn’t want that would you?” again all the masked intruders laugh. Then the three men turn their attention to me, I haven’t moved. I’m pulled from the sofa my dressing gown pulled open.