She sat in awe of Joe's giant cock. I said to Joe "holy shit dude that thing is huge". He smiled and nodded. It definately wasnt the 1st time he's hea...d that. I asked my wife what she thought. "I didnt think they got that big" was her response. Then she looked me dead in the eyes and said "fuck me". Wow she was really turned on. My 5" dick was hard as a rock. As I positioned myself between her legs Joe said "you wanna touch it?". My wife didnt answer.I had a feeling in my balls I had. She would hold them and cream them and her stomach and i would help putting on the lower side. I did enjoy as when i touched her belly button she would giggle. She would say do it again and i would do as advised, soon she started guiding my fingers to her boobs and nipples tinged with pink nipples and cream she would sayat were light brown and I enjoyed her make her giggle and she would lay back and she would say put here and there guiding my hands.This went on for all the seven months. I was. You! Get me out!” Her last words are shrieked so loud I flinch, almost covering my ears. I dive forward, pressing my finger to my lips as though shushing an unruly child. I feel ridiculous the moment my finger touches my lips so I snatch at her kicking, thrashing leg instead. “Shut the fuck up, Zoey!” I’m hissing at her, trying to listen for any noises in the house, as Zoey refuses to stop kicking, thrashing and swearing. My hands scramble with the rustling curtain, tearing it away from her. That deal is simply reality for many faggots who don’t live in a gay Mecca and who are looking for manly company. So my liaisons begin with a curt text or e-mail, door bell ring, quick hello and off to the bedroom and me to my knees. A lot of my gay friends are appalled that I willingly allow myself to be “exploited” by straight men but I find it to be a very workable solution for all concerned. No complications, no compromises, each knows his role and keeps his place, no strings but mutual.