He was fifty-four, married for thirty years. Happy, but also not. Loved his wife, but sex was not on the table anymore. She was not interested. Th... few times they did have sex, it was a quick in and out. She never initiated. He actually waited eight months last year to see if she would suggest sex. She didn't. They talked and laughed and enjoyed each other's company, but she said she simply wasn't interested. When they were first together, he would often awake with her hand on his. The cream anyway!Me: sure, have fun, my sweet! Any blow by blow reports would be greatly appreciated so to speak.Wife: of course. Where would you like me to entertain him?Me: wow, I get to pick?Wife: it's the least we can do, since you're giving your wife to a younger, hotter, longer lasting, bigger man!!Me: ouch!!. You say the the cruelest things. No wonder I'm getting a raging hardon!!Wife: Mmmmm. Keep that going. I'm gonna want it when you get home. After you eat your cream pie like a good. “This place is so gorgeous at night,” I commented whilst leaning against his chest, he was gazing down at me, a smile loosely playing around his lips. “It’s ok,” he said softly, “but it isn’t as gorgeous as you are!” He spoke confidently, and then placed a kiss on my forehead. I laughed at the cute line, the sat up onto his knee and gave him a more passionate kiss, I began to pull away after a while, but he pulled back, showing more desire that I was used too. Usually he was happy to take. She felt juices seeping from her assaulted hole as he quickly pulled up his pants. It was easier to think of her vagina as a ‘hole’ and not part of her body, especially when being used by those psychopaths. She was able to disassociate herself from the abuse they were subjecting her to.“You need to talk to Chris,” she said sliding off the counter onto unsteady legs.“What about?”“He came by my house last night wanting sex and he brought someone else. They came to my house, Devin! They were.