It wasn't poison, she reminded herself. If Estelle or Jack or Suzie ever wanted her to drink their piss she'd do it gladly. The intimacy would be exci...ing. She knew they'd do the same for her. But here, and with this foul man, it was revolting. He finished at last and let her go. She staggered to her feet holding her hand over her mouth, ran to the bathroom, and vomited into the toilet. Chapter 17 Leslie looked at the clock with annoyance. Twelve-oh-four, just one minute later than the last. She was on the bed wearing a robe, so she opened it up, pointed to her crotch, and said “Stick it in. Push it!” Her juices were running from the half dozen toys watching us. I had to undress, but that took all of about 20 seconds to lose my shoes and shirt plus get my shorts and sweat pants off of one leg. By then it was hard, so I left the rest where it was and did as she asked.She was as wet as she had ever been and she got off on my second full stroke. I held it in and let her enjoy the. I dared red her to text him. And in a few min I was getting the forwarded text between my wife and this black guy from her past. I obviously encouraged her as she was texting him. Telling her she could have him over for a night cap as he was still at the bar. She told him that I was away playing golf. It was so hot reading the text from another man trying to bed my wife. The conversation got hotter and hotter. With me jerking off to a major cum in my room. Thinking she would never do it I began. I can’t believe that you could do that” “You had said to me once that I was this very sexual being and that you wouldn’t want to limit my experience.” “Well, I see it like this. It’s just sexual exploration. I don’t think either one of us is likely to have an emotional attachment to a transvestite. They would just be a sex aide, like a vibrator, in a manner of speaking.” “Who are you trying to convince, me or yourself?” “That's a good question. It was just something I was thinking about. It’s.