He said for him sex was just fun. In other cultures the host was obligated to offer to share his wife with a visitor. If I was willingly having sex ...ith someone else it meant nothing more than having fun.If some man had lunch with us, eating a meal I fixed no one would think about it. Why should me fucking someone else be any different.He would love and respect me no matter what.These discussions of sharing me slowly changed my mind and I agreed to try it under certain conditions.Those. I moaned and yelped loudly, unashamed, in total abandon.We were far away from prying eyes and ears.He found my weakness - my nipples. As soon as he squeezedand pulled on them he knew he had me.I squealed, gasped, hell I think I even screamed a little.He was sexually developed and able to ejaculate. I wasn'tbut oddly I orgasmed inside like a girl veryeasily and often and right then and there was one of those"often" times. It must have been a spectacle; Joey stretching my tits out by the. She was enthusiastic, once the shock wore off, and agreed that the cay would be the perfect place to bring them. Since it was already 3 AM, it seemed we might as well do it now. Some minor planning was involved, but we soon had the GPS coordinates we needed and began.Kathy, Gene, and George were to transport to three cells in Gitmo and quickly return with the suspects. I didn't even bother to protest, lest my wives hurt me. I did do the questioning, though. We found out more than I'd hoped. I hadn’t even noticed her unbuttoning my dress and pushing my bra up until I felt her hand cupping my breast and her thumb going gently over my nipple. I felt myself shiver as I was unsure what to think or do about this. Within a few minutes after that she was sliding my dress down off my shoulders and down to my waist. No sooner was it off my arms and she pulled my bra from my hands. Her mouth then again was kissing me softly and sensually. As she did her hands rubbed my breasts not rough.