And so that is what I would do, and sensing my readiness, Titan would begin.It seemed so strange. I could remember Titan as a large, clumsy pup, eager...to please and so curious. Now here he was pleasuring himself and me as his father had done. The familiar short, impatient, almost frantic jabs and then the sudden sharp pain at penetration when he finally found his mark and broke through my tight, resisting muscles. Hard as a rock, he’d sometimes pull out and rub it against me and then between. I met her husband a couple of times at company events, and he seemed a little aloof. Another time I met him at Hong Kong Yacht Club, where he lived on a 60 foot, million dollar plus motor yacht. More in his element, he this time struck me as a braggart; loud and very close to obnoxious.This morning I felt sorry for her. A raving nymphomaniac married to Jabba the Hutt, I just could not envision her fucking him. It was too sad. As we chatted away, she stood by the sink, idly washing down the sink. It wasn’t really a jealousy catch like in, “Aha, caught you bitch!” It was more like OMG I am going to get to see something nice here! And often did. I always had something delicious to think about; my lovely wife cheating and being fucked. I knew I wanted more of this cuckolding and wished to arrange it somehow discreetly, so she wouldn’t know I had anything to do with her secret sex life. There was very little walk-in business, it was an old building with other unique stores both sides, but. Suddenly he moved his lips up and whispered in a Commanding voice “Give me your Spit Baby.” and again covered her lips with his. His tongue was now rolling over her tongue. She collected her own spit from her throat and moved with her tongue on his and his tongue collected it like a serpent and rolled into his mouth. Entire hut was filled with Hot Hard Breaths and Soft Moans emerging from their clenched lips, ummmmm, muuuuuu, mmmmmmmm, aaaammmmmm, afffffffff.Her hands were scratching his back.