I believed that I was a good man, a good husband. I believed that I loved.I believe none of those things now.I have been married for 10 years to the m...st wonderful woman I have ever known. Our life together had been good. She didn't deserve what I did to her.Up until three days ago I wouldn't have thought it possible that I could betray her. That I could make her sob. That I could push her down the slopes of hell. I never thought that I would do anything but spend my life with her, growing old. His cock was going in and out and she was adjusting to his size. He then yelled "Oh baby, you feel so good. Your ass is so tight against my cock. I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked." As he fucked her ass he reached under her and found her pussy and pinched her clit and fingered her pussy hole. She now was cumming fast and he felt the cum on his fingers. He then sunk his cock all the way in her ass and reached up and grabbed her nipple and pulled on them as he fucked. With. I realize that the wetness from earlier must have been the juices of Amy. Fuck.I'm getting hard. Why would I be getting hard over a cock?You're getting hard over the fact Amy's pussy has been over it and you want to taste her.I shake my head at the inner conflict, and I can see Nate staring at me now."Why are you being a pussy?" he looks at me."I'm not" Then fucking do it" his eyes burn through mine."I'm not gay" my eyebrows scrunch."you'd just be helping me out" he snarls."Do it yourself" my. She had always wanted a big chest and this was as close as she felt she would ever get with short of plastic surgery. I looked down at her, her breasts were small, but in immature way. Being a ballerina, this had stunted her development. She would grow, and what a woman she would grow into. Just try convincing her of that was the challenge.Susan devoured my chest mercilessly, sucking, squeezing, chewing and nibbling. This was getting too much for me as I felt my excitement rise. My knickers.