Anyone reading this would certainly not blame her for doing so, but the truth is that for every man she enjoyed, she paid unfairly by punishing hersel... with guilt. It helped her a little when she told me what she'd done, but she could never have been expected to understand the curious thrill her confessions gave me from the humiliation of being forced to acknowledge my inadequacies.I had always put her younger exploits down to the insecurities of teenage years, but when I stopped to think, that. I knew I should keep walking toward the front door and leave. Somehow I found myself walking inside the room. Once inside the room, he closed the door, said he had been watching me for sometime and knew what I wanted. He called me a faggot and said I was now his bitch. He started pulling my clothes off, I was afraid he was going to rip them off me. He then forced that huge cock down my throat and was fucking my face. I kept gagging, that dick by now was very hard and seemed to be twice as big.. It had built in support but it wouldn’t stop her nipples from poking through the fabric. She pulled the dress over her head and smoothed it down her hips and stomach before doing a little twirl in the middle of the hotel room for her husband.Fred’s dirty mind was in overdrive. He was in a constant state of horny all week and having his wife with now only exaggerated his desires. His wife was gorgeous beyond words. She looked like a goddess. She wore a tight fitting jet black and sleeveless. She didn't notice the rain coming down just a little bit harder. What she did notice was the fat head of this man's penis pressing against the lips of her pussy, slowly moving downward as it drew closer and closer to her entrance. There was no question in his mind where the entrance to her treasure was. The intense heat and wetness that was emanating from it could no doubt be detected from ten feet away! There was no way he could stop now. He pushed forward.Her wet pussy lips opened up for him,.