I again line the tip of my cock up with your hole, only now it has that slightly puffy, well-fucked look about it, it's not the tight crimp it usually...is. Yummy. I slip into you while looking deep into your eyes, loving that we have crossed into this level of trust in our relationship, that we are comfortable enough together to share our fantasies.Now it is you grabbing my hips, pulling me into you and setting the pace for how you want to be fucked. You are ready for it hard and fast, you are. When he was very young, whenever I turned to look for him, he was by my side. There he was finishing high school and he seemed to have returned. He was unhappy, he had no friends, and I instinctively wanted to help him. He had always been high-strung, shy, and unable to get out from under the shadow of his older brother Paul. I had always pushed him to be more social, setting him up with some dates, but they inevitably ended poorly. Contrary to my expectations he had gotten worse after Paul. The dawn brings the reality streaming in, the traffic starting to drone into one morning herd. "I did it because I wanted to see why we were together and if I was just a symbol to you, that’s why it happened like that." In my own mind it is slightly less clear, though this seems like it actually might be true. "You mean you did bad sex on purpose?" "Yes, but if it's any consolation I didn’t enjoy it to the extent that it appeared, in fact it was just as bad for me, plus the fact that men have. My neighbour told us that we had all day as his wife had left to see her friend for the week end. We dried ourselves off and went downstairs where my neighbour put some bi-porn on his big screen. Naturally, I just got on my knees and starting sucking on their cocks, alternating from dick to dick, while jerking off the other that was waiting. I truly felt good as I was the center of attention and their pleasure. I know I was being their bitch, but that is excatly what I wanted to be. His friend.