The sweaty sheen of Jessica’s bare body glowed with the light as she kneeled on the sidewalk, naked before me, more shameless than any whore or stri...per. Sexier, too; I was nothing special, middle aged and overweight, but Jessica still had all the right curves. There were murmurs around us, then catcalls from a group of men, shouts in broken English: slut, puta, put on a show. I knew she was blushing, could feel her shivering and cringing, watched as tears flowed down her face and her hands. For a while, I would get an occasional text, innocent in nature: I miss you or Thinking of you.After a bit, they got edgy and weird: I fucked a guy last night but his dick was nowhere near as good as yours. Eventually, I stopped returning her texts and they trailed off but never really ceased entirely.It became clear she had never let go.As I am staring down at this latest message, my phone begins to buzz; once again jolting me from a trance. It’s my wife, Linda. I swipe to answer.“Hey,. You ought to try harder to orgasm when I'mfucking your ass you little slut." She laughed heartily. "I'm sure yourdaily chores would be easier if you allowed yourself the pleasure ofletting go to my strap on, she smirked and looked me in the eye, "Ormaybe my Rachel is aching for real man to fuck you like the woman you'vebecome. I'm sure I'm not the best fucker," she laughed. "Imagine thetotal release you'd get when you let go with a real throbbing penisinside of you." She rubbed her nipple. "I. I was able to stop my tongue just in time to prevent her from exploding too early.The girls pulled my hands up and pushed me back onto my wide brown leather sofa. They both pounced on top of me and Angela pulled my waist belt open to reveal my chest. They each then grabbed one leg of my Kung Fu pants and pulled the waist down over my engorged 8” cock and then down to my ankles. I was laying there in my Calvin pale blue boxers with two over excited teen sex pots poised over me. Angela leaned.