Wow, she’s really into this, I thought to myself. She really wants to look at me… so I’d better take things more slowly. Carefully, trying to te...se her and probably failing miserably, I finished unbuttoning myself and stood there, letting her admire me. Her eyes followed my movements as I gently slipped the fabric off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor, a little more exposed, a little more vulnerable.There I was, my pallid, trembling flesh erupting in goose pimples out of a mixture of. I turned to drop something on the floor, and when I turned back, I could see he was kissing the back of her neck. A hand was caressing each tit, and my wife was stood with a big fuck off smile on her face. Her hands were behind her back, and for the first time in 9 years, she had another mans cock in her hands.He was 2" longer than me, and my wife certainly enjoyed making the most of it, that night.I kissed my wife and then a hand on each shoulder, I turned her around to face him. It was a. ”“I’ll be right back.”But I got up and followed him. “I really, really need to pee.”When we got inside, he pointed me down the hall. Alone in the bathroom, my brain was spinning. I whispered to myself, “Shit, Gina. You can have anything you want from him, and it doesn’t hurt you at all. He’s putty in your hands. He’ll give you anything you want, maybe even money.”When I crawled back over the fence late that evening, I was feeling very tipsy, but not really drunk. I’d let him see my bare tits a. Gwendolyn moaned with pleasure as his hand rubbed her, the pain in her bum seeping away as he teased her wet flesh, even the fullness of her tight hole starting to feel good. Sensing that the invasion was no longer painful, Al began to thrust in and out of her tight hole, giving himself over to the intimacy and wonder of the moment, cherishing her for this last gift to him. It filled him with gladness to know that he would have something of her that her husband never would, and the wetness that.