I laughed. “Don’t worry. I will not back out. My conditions are Karim should fuck me also, fill my cunt. He should fuck me when I need or want” ... told them smiling.Karim was horrified “But I can’t cheat on my best friend”I smiled and looked at Sara. She told him in no uncertain terms that cheating on friend is better than having a deserted wife.While Sara was talking, I looked at Karim in a fucking partner angle. He was 6 foot tall with barrel like chest and his thick hair on forearms suggested. Through habit in the morning I always brought my rifle out, gave it a thorough clean, pulled through the barrel and applied a light oiling. It was a ritual that one just carried out unconsciously.After cleaning the rifle I walked over to the van to pick up some victuals that was needed for the day and in case of rain for the next couple of days. I propped my rifle against the rear wheel before I entered the rear of the van and as I stepped in there was a tremendous crack and then a blast. The. At least I know she's not out fucking some strange guy. Please be good to her."I smirked and said, "I'll do what I want to her. She'll do whatever I say. You don't get to touch her without permission and I'll use her at least once a week, when I say, where I say. Understood?"More silence. It was almost like a sales negotiation. I KNEW at this point whoever spoke first was going to break. She was naked on her knees, phone held out, silent. I motioned for her to start rubbing her cunt. . .. His form extinguished by the hood of my car raging into him outside of his jock club, the mma fighting club where I'd first gotten homoerotic thoughts about him. I held it back and back and back... until one day, I thrust my index finger into my rectum and imagined myself dominated by all those who had flaunted their large male members. Even then, though, my killing thoughts lingered. I swore when I went off to college I would come back and kill him in the evening hours, my trusty green car.