“Baby, you feel so good on Uncle’s cock. You make me feel so good.” I looked down into her wet grey eyes. “Bardhini baby, you are so beautiful...” I closed my eyes and renewed my pistoning in and out of her pussy.Bardhini’s gasps became low moans as every time I entered her, I pressed myself into her clit. Each time I unsheathed myself, she cried out a little. It wasn’t long before she was meeting my thrusts eagerly. “Bardhini sweetie? Do you like this? Do you like having Uncle fuck you?”She. She’s working today. I know it’s illicit… and that’s what makes it exciting. What if I get caught? I ask myself… think of the shame. You won’t get caught… it’ll be fun! I’m in a dilemma. I toss a coin – tails. I go. I catch a bus to Yarmouth, a ferry to Lymington and two trains to Bournemouth. A group of school c***dren board the train. I imagine them singing: We know where you’re going, we know where you’re going!’ I get a grip of myself. I get closer to my dirty destination. My excitement…. I thought for a minute whether to allow this line of questioning, but then slowly and thoughtfully responded, "Well, there's Jill Danes, Tina, Nadia, Brite, Tanya, Caroline, Margo, Summer – how could I forget, she's the mother of my two children, and Edie, to name a few."PJ nearly choked on her wine, "A FEW! My God, you're a man slut." She laughed, but her voice had a tinge of both meaning and humor in it.I said with a lewd grin, "Now THAT is a term others have used to describe my behavior. The. It soon escalated to arranging to meet a black guy to give her what she needed. I was happy for this, as what makes her happy, makes me happy. This guy was big, about 6ft 5 and he towered above my wife, and towered above me. His cock was massive, a big, thick, swinging pendulum between his legs. I was in shock, but my wife's eyes lit up. They were soon on each other, my wife looking longingly into his eyes as he roughly forced her head onto it. Soon they were on the bed, with me in the corner.