I hole up in the den with my laptop and earphones. I catch up with work, and email, while listening to my blues. The sight of Kelly with another man, ...ust the sounds of their pleasure, are like an ice pick taken to my soul. The husbands who take pictures of their swinging wives, or videotape them, are space aliens to me. I don't understand a man who could willingly share his wife, or even images of her. What I don't understand tends to make me angry. I'm not pleasant when I'm angry, so guys. In a desperate attempt to hide it from her, I grabbed a blanket that was on the back of the recliner and tried to shove it between us as though I was cold. "Good idea," said my daughter. "I'm freezing." And she yanked the blanket out from between us and sat back on my hard, sweatpants-covered cock. She obviously felt my hardness, because she froze in the process of putting the blanket over us.I tried to think of a way to apologize, but how do you even begin to do that? After a few seconds, she. Intercourse lasted for perhaps a half an hour in various positions so as not to tire the men out. My husband came first and I looked at them both at the very moment my husband was making his release and Imelda’s eyes were shut tight, her head tilted back and she made a gurgling sound. I knew that I wasn’t going to have an orgasm today. Des was just too big and there was still pain. I told Des this and asked him to come inside me. Des picked up his pace and I was suddenly surprised at the. Assuring her they were things her husband had never dreamed of. Once her blouse was on the floor, I slipped that bra off and her sweet titties popped out and were hanging free there in the kitchen ... I made sure to give them some rough love taps, telling her how I wasn’t gonna be as gentle with them as her hubby.”“I worked on the rest of her clothes until she was completely stripped, and I could feel the goosebumps across every inch of her. I let my hand roam across her skin, reading it like.