I turned on the TV and tried not to get too excited as the seconds ticked by. I dreamed that this was how life was every day, that I would just watch ...V and have a wife upstairs with her mouth open waiting for me when I needed release. Before long my phone vibrated. I checked the inbox and saw a text: “I am craving you in my mouth, please don’t keep me waiting.” I eagerly headed upstairs. I opened the door and what a sight to see! I am getting hard now just typing this. There she was in a sheer. Sophie placed her mouth firmly over the sopping wet cunt in front of her and sucked it deep into her mouth. Tiffany tried to maintain her blowjob but pulled back gasping with her head thrashing from side to side. Sophie reminded me of a lizard or a snake as she started tongue fucking Tiffany’s pretty pussy like lightning. Tiffany grabbed the bed sheets with her free hand while maintaining a steady stroke on my shaft and pushed her head back into the pillow and raised her hips into Sophie’s face. At the far end was a lone fisherman with a bucket of water and a few small fish in it, but nothing he shouldn’t have thrown back in. Greg turned and walked back towards the east. There wasn’t a soul in sight to admire the crashing waves as they pounded the shore, reshaping the contours in the sand. He came to the area where the houses, perched high on the cliff top, had their long, steep, private staircases that led down to locked gates at the beach level. Suddenly a little dust devil brought a. It wasn't as if his wife didn't give him pleasure. He resolved not to tell Beatrice of his sexual exploits in this other world, but the very fact he kept such secrets from her caused him anxiety. What would she think if she knew? Paul was sure she'd understand and tell him not to worry about it, but this consideration didn't absolve him of guilt. He still lusted after other women and this was something he couldn't control.Nudeworld was relatively tame compared to the strange places Paul had.