"I took my eyes away from my husband's and sighed. I just didn't know, maybe I was getting cold feet.We are sitting in a hotel room, with one purpose....The purpose is for me to fuck the man that I had longed to for so long. It was finally happening, and I was feeling so confused and nervous that I didn't know if I was going to be able to do it. I looked back at my husband when he called my name."Jessica, look, I know what you have to be feeling right now. I feel a little of the same, meeting a. I just followed these big black guys as they carried my wife to there room. when we entered they threw her on there bed, riped off her clothes an started shoving there fingers up her pussy and twisted her nipples till they got hard and red. One of the black guys got in my face an told me to sit down and watch how a slut was suppose to get fucked. Then he bent down and told me that they were going to **** her any way they wanted, an all i could do was nod. All three of them got undressed, there. We spent time looking at several geyser basins where water suddenly spurted many feet in the air. There were also a number of hot springs where the temperature of the pools of water ranged from just slightly warm to near boiling. Each temperature had its own ecosystem with the color varying from greens and blues in the cooler ones to reds and browns in the hotter regions.There were herds of bison, some moose, and a variety of other wildlife. There were the Paint Pots which were another set of. Most of it open in tabs. So that’s one busy-ass laptop right there. And little innocent me, who sees this and freaked the fuck out.At the time, I said it was because it was disgusting, and how could he look at that? How could he like it? And that’s what happened with the fight. But the thing was, it wasn’t really about that.It was because I liked it.Even just looking at it, I felt my body respond. I felt hands ghosting across my skin, clamping tight on my arms or my legs or my hips. My mind.