I’ve never forgotten, all of these years and I think of you often, if you know what I mean.” She had been listening intently. We were both a littl... drunk.My sister Donna got up and said, “Whew, I need to cool off” and she pulled her dress over her head and jumped in the pool in her bra and panties. I took the cue and stripped down to my underwear and jumped in. I swam underwater to Donna and popped up in front of her, “What are you doing baby brother?” My heart pounding, I grabbed her around. “Tell me.” She took a deep breath. “You remember Jolene? The girl in yellow latex?” I chuckled. “As if I could forget her!” “Right.” Anne’s grin got a bit sheepish. “Well, she’s a body artist.” She looked deep into my eyes. “And she’s really good in it. I want her to do you over. I…” I saw her cheeks flush and her lips tremble slightly. Whatever fantasy she was about to confess, it had to be powerful. Her voice grew scratchy. “I love pink. I want her to make you all pink. Your hair…” She softly. The belt flew through the air and smacked across my buttocks. The lashes came continuously as he said "You stupid slut. I told you what you were to wear in the house and you have disobeyed me, slut." The lashes came hard and fast. They seemed to go on forever. My screams turned into cries of pain as I nearly passed out. When he finished he unhooked my bra and grabbed my two nipples and pinched and pulled them. My mind was overloaded with the pain.He kicked my legs apart and plunged his cock. ” I couldn’t believe my ears.The response was, with a little chuckle that I heard, “Not long but a fat one.”The wife said, “I always wanted a fat cock but never had the opportunity.”I couldn’t believe my wife kept using the word cock but for some reason I was really being turned on. Maybe it was the thought of her wanting to fuck another guy, another guy with a fat cock, I just don’t know.The girlfriend started to describe how it felt when she first fucked him. Although her cunt was very well.