The skillful caress of his fingers between her legs sent her into a welcome abyss, falling and floating at the same time through explosions of warmth ...nd color, her own cries echoing in the distance as though they were the urgent calls of some primitive wild animal. Then the darkness arrived, a luscious cradle that closed in around her, sucking away her flesh with a delicious, persistent embrace that slowly consumed her until only the lush fullness deep in her belly remained. Finally it too. It was so fuckingbig! She had me by the hair and was fucking my face.Tears started forming around my eyes. This was awful.Suddenly, she pulled the dildo out and slapped me clearacross the face. I was shocked. My wife had never hit mebefore. She leaned down, pointed a finger in my face, and said,“Open your fucking mouth, bitch. I want you to take theentirety of this fucking cock. If your lips aren’ttouching my pelvis in one minute, I will ravage that assof yours so you can’t. So here goes. Early in our swinging days there was a point where my wife became a "Size Queen". The size of a mans cock was more important then looks or skin color. And since she had had only one BBC in her life, ( a high school friend ). She didn't care about skin color. Only that for her 30th birthday I would surprise her with a cock big enough so that she would remember turning 30 for years to come. Well since the internet was coming of age. And seeking fresh meat was so much easier now.. Last night and this afternoon she had had sex to take her mind off Mason, but now the confrontation was at hand. I turned to her and said, "I'm going to shame him into doing the right thing." Oh how so, I mean you know what he's capable of?" Well he has a certain image to protect. It won't take much to convince him that a one-on-one fight isn't the answer. And he won't want to use his buddies to help him fight me because that would be demeaning." So how will you get him to go along with what.