“You want him to fuck me don’t you?” Neil looked away again. “You... you enjoy the fantasy don’t you?” she asked him. “You enjoy the t...ought of another man fucking me, don’t you?” He nodded again. “There will be consequences, you know,” she told him. “You will have to live with the fact that you have let another man fuck me; things will never be the same again in our marriage.” “I... I know,” he told her. “It’s... it’s just something... “ Claire reached down and held his bulge. “It’s. "My stomach hurt," he said. "I shouldn't have seen that. It made me..." He looked away and wouldn't finish."Did you get an erection?" I asked.Well you'd have thought I asked if he preferred his babies boiled or fried before he ate them. Once they vented their dismay at such frank talk I pushed even further."Look, a marriage is supposed to be a time when two people who love each other can experience things that are delightful and loving and that feel really good. I know they weren't married in. You pull my hands up forcing me up to follow them as you turn around to face me. I stand quietly as you unbutton my shirt and slide it off my shoulders. My belt is deftly undone and your fingers work swiftly to unclasp my pants dropping them to the floor. My penis is pushing hard against the confines of underwear as you grasp it at its base while offering your open mouth to mine. As our tongues slide into the warmth of each others mouth you pull my underwear out and down and they slide the rest. She let out a little cry as he bit and sucked, leaving his mark.He stood back to admire his work for a moment, before grabbing the knife, and, taking hold of the waistband of her jeans, he cut through the denim and her panties at once, down one leg, then the other.She shivered, now completely naked, unable to see or beg him to stop.Now free, her juices began to trickle down the inside of her legs.He stepped around her, and she heard the sound of snapping twigs. She barely had time to register.