Brom, as he was known, was a burly, strong man, totally smitten by the fair Katrina, even though he came across as a little dull witted. But, he was ...ersistent in his courtship, willing to bide his time, eventually wearing old Baltus down. Or, at least, that was his plan. His intimidating size did well to scare off any competition in the village, and when he came calling on Sundays, after church, Katrina would pack a picnic basket, and they would ride out into the countryside and spend the day. However, although the two of them have been happily married for the last 22 years since they met in college, it had always plagued him that physically he was not very adequate, especially the way she looked. Being chubby and an inch shorter than she was (which became even more noticeable when she was wearing heels), he had often wondered if she would be happy with a bigger (in all aspects), better-looking guy. He knew her mother would.And so, for the last year and a half, he had been trying to. My pussy was tingling in anticipation. This was much better than a traceable motel and a lot cheaper too.So we got to fucking twice a week and both reported that our home sex life was better because we were instigating some action there more than we had been. But our spouses just didn’t seem to come around the way we liked and we didn’t like feeling dependent on each other for our main satisfaction. What the hell could we do about it? That was the big question.We’d talk a lot, naked and. Finally it did. I heard the door swing shut and was quickly met with a slap to my ass, which made me jump forward. “Hey you little faggot,” he said. His voice sounded much deeper than mine, and I instantly knew my place in the room. I was the sissy bitch. I heard what sounded like a duffle bag hit the floor.He rubbed my asscheeks and licked one of them, the feeling making me quiver in anticipation. “You ready to put on a show for the camera?”“Yes Daddy,” I said in a high pitched voice. “Use me.