My father was a rich man with a lot of connections. So were the other three men with him that were his friends. Misty and I were baggage and just alon... because our fathers did not want us out of their sight. I guess we were trophies in a away, proof they had taken us from our mothers. I looked at the extremely fit looking Mr Dupree as he sat sipping brandy.I stood and headed towards the door and my father cleared his throat, “where are you going?”I glanced back, “to the bathroom. Did you want. I wanted to open my eyes and see him. For some reason I wanted to watch him kiss me but I kept my eyes closed. Whether this was my idea or just how the body worked I could not decide. Firecrackers. Music. Bright Lights. You know all those things in movies that they say comes along with that first kiss when the man you love finally presses his lips against your own? I felt them. I felt all of them course through my body and flood my ears, my eyes and every other sense that my body had available. My ultimate fantasy was to eat another guy's cum out of my wife. It wasn't really a bi thing although I probably had a bit of a bi-curious side, it was the cuckold thing of cleaning my wife's pussy after she had been fucked by someone else. The ultimate betrayal by a partner met by the ultimate submission of a cuckold husband to his wife's infidelity. Not only knowing your wife had been fucked by someone else but being 'made' to clean up the mess afterwards - yum. Cuckolds will know what I'm. I'd thought they might have by now – especially since Daddy fucked me for the first time just about when I'd started feeling that grumpiness they tell you is supposed to presage a period by a few days. But no period had come. My boobs have moments when they itch badly, but Daddy and Paul have kissed and sucked on my nipples until they felt better, would stand out like corks when they were fucking me. They're so sensitive, too. I guess it's part of growing up, getting ready to do what they're.