At this point I was so near to them behind my mirror that I could have touched her pussy myself, I felt sure they could hear my laboured breathing. I ...azed between my wife’s legs and saw her inner lips already ‘flowered open’ and she looked soaking wet. I looked at the gorgeous pink folds of her cunt that three complete strangers were about to have. Ricky and Steve came at her from both sides to get at her tits (Steve’s hairy ass was up against the very glass I was looking through) and Gary. I looked at Bonnie,studying her. I was certain she wasn't real, that she hadn't been realsince the day I supposedly hired her. I thought about that. I hadn'thired her but my brain, that supremely powerful organ, had filled insome minute detail to help explain my imaginary friend. The brain waslike that. There was this meme I saw about a year ago. It showed asentence with all the letters garbled, leaving only the first and lastletter in their correct spot and most people, without too much. Fucking…..God!! I don’t know whether I can take it!!!”There was no way I was stopping now, but I understood her reservations. “You have the safe word so all you have to do is say it and I will stop. I understand it will take time for cunt to stretch, so I’m gonna go slow but you will take my fuck-rod! Did I tell you to stop fingering Mom’s cunt?”“Noooo, I’m sorry!” Bec wailed. “I’m just so…..fucking stuffed…..I can’t think straight!” I gave her ass a couple of medium strength slaps, which. I pulled the pins out of my bun and let my hair down. I lowered my head andshook it out. It almost touched the floor. I tossed it back over my shoulders.Naked, I studied myself in the mirrored tiles behind the vanity. My reflectionwas softened in the dancing candlelight. The woman in the glass was attractive.Beautiful even. She was I, so why didn't I feel as beautiful as she looked? I turned off the taps and lowered myself into the bubbles. I had to forcemyself down into the heat. I always got.