....I wake up shouting. A woman's voice beside me tries to comfort me. I feelher hand on my shoulder and say, "Mom?" Yes dear, I am here," she says. I...look at her. I don't recognize her atall. I flinch, pull back from her hand, and even before I can stop thewords I say, "No! Who are you?" Oh God, the look of pain on her face. Isay, "I'm sss... sorry." I feel like crying again. What's wrong with me?The doctor comes in. The woman says, "She didn't recognize me, doctor.What's going on?" Try not to. Her defense mechanism seemed to be to keep a mouth full of cock and then she couldn’t scream. I lifted her off my cock as I pulled on Richard’s cock one last time. His hand slapped her once more and she screamed. Her back arched forward and her head lifted as her lungs were emptied of air. “There, that was better wasn’t it,” I told her. “Better to let it all out.” Kelly nodded in agreement. She seemed to know that agreement was the order of this particular story. “Recite me the story line,”. We are both in pretty good physical shape and try to work out as much as possible. My wife is built perfectly for sex and when she gets going she can get very wild in the bedroom. I had never given up the idea of sharing her with a young lover and, after trying non-stop, she finally gave in to the idea. It all started one day after I had chatted with a young man about my wife. He was in his early twenties and was bisexual. When I brought up the idea of him fucking my wife and how I had become. This went on for a minute or so, even though it felt like a lot longer. I scrunched my eyes shut as I felt the beginnings of my orgasm. Through gritted teeth, I said, "Oh fuck! I ...I'm... Ahhh! Ahhhhh!" I opened my eyes for a moment. Margaret had a triumphant smile on her face as she ground into me. I felt the cum as it spurted from my cock, washing the walls of her clutching womb.She bent over, giving me a kiss as the last dregs of cum oozed from me, "Thank you.", she whispered. Then she.