He let out a huge sigh and said “Oh fuck yeah, bury that pole as deep as you can in my ass, I want to feel your balls slap mine” I looked over his...shoulder into the mirror I could see a look of pure enjoyment on his face, I began building up a steady rhythm, his ass holding as tight as it could onto my cock as if it was not going to let me escape until it had received its reward. Long slow withdrawal strokes followed by a quick deep penetrating stroke in, he seemed to like this as he was. My life was about to change for the worst and there was nothing I could do to prevent it. I went into denial and told convinced myself that their evening out wouldn't happen. But Friday night came and Rach showed up, her spineless husband in tow. He reminded me of me, sad to say. The women were both dressed sluttily, with too much make-up, and what are called f**k-me shoes. They gabbed happily about their prospects for getting laid, while we husbands had to strip to our jockey shorts, kneel. The important thing is that you relaxyour muscles, otherwise it will hurt."I grabed at my butt. "How do you relax yourself there?" Let's have a look; we'll do a simulation once. Lie down on the bed."I did that."No, with your naked butt, otherwise you won't feel it."I pulled down my pajama pants."See, here is the syringe. Now pay attention, you can feel with yourfingers whether the muscles are relaxed, then- NO! What are you doing?"I had intended to feel with my hand, but now my attention was. Five minutes later she emerged dressed in white lace bra that had her nipples exposed, a white lace thong, white garter belt and stockings. Wow I like the look babe, good because your about to become a mother fucker. She pulled off his slacks and his cock was in her mouth in a minute. Pete pulled the thong to the side and was slurping and nibbling on her stone hard clit. She kept moaning, sucking his cock and grinding her pussy into his mouth. With a powerful thrust he rolled her over, pulled.