Besides, I know how frustrated some married men can get sleeping with the same woman, particularly if they don’t get all of their…. How should I p...t this? Their itches scratched”. She sipped her champagne and he watched the way her elegantly manicured nails caressed the champagne flute as she brought it to her full, red lips. He wondered if this gorgeous young woman was really flirting with him. He was suddenly a little out of his comfort zone so he tried to change the subject. “Nothing like. “Oh?” I managed, as he pulled me into his arms, a single tentacle coiling around both our waists so that we were inseparable as the one within me began to slowly fuck me, questing deep within until I gasped with pain.Does that hurt, little insect?Gloriously.I felt his laughter in my mind, teasing its way done my spine. It was cruel and yet… there was love, or perhaps fondness, as well – the affection one would feel for a well loved pet. He kissed me, savagely, his voice inhabiting my head,. Before I could say, “Number 3.” Her father requested her so I took the fifth one which I was fairly certain was Mom. She was a boiling pot of lust having just spent the last 10 minutes being licked and sucked by the men in her f****y and as she lowered herself onto my face, I tucked my chin just a little. I could tell there was moment of confusion on her part and she sled down toward my shoulders and started to settle in. Precisely at this moment I looked up as high as I could and rammed my. I had just decided to make myself a sandwich when my phone buzzed on the table next to me. I smiled when I saw it was a text from my wife. “Hey so that fantasy of yours... were you serious or was that just dirty talk?”She was referring to the night before, while she was mounted on top of me riding my cock I had told her about wanting her to become a Hotwife. About how I fantasized and jerked off to the thought of her fucking other men. It was a fantasy I had brought up before during sex. “I.