I looked over at Ten who was approaching my wifewhile tearing off his clothes. He stood in front ofher and removed his jeans. Out sprang this huge t...n-inch cock. I couldn’t believe the size of it. I wasin shock as Julie reached up and stroked itlongingly. “I see now why they call you ten.” Julie saidaffectionately as she kissed the tip and continuedher stroking. “Are you going to fuck me with thisbig long nasty cock?”“Get on your hands and knees. Until the day I challenged you to a little competition.The two of us are sitting fully clothed in your kitchen. We are sitting on hard wooden chairs that are on a ceramic tiled floor– an important detail for later. In front of us, on the table, are several pint tumblers full of ice-cold water. We are about to start a competition neither of us is sure about who might “win”. Is win even the right word?The competition – the first one to have to give in and pee, the toilet down the hall being out. It's odd to me, but we both needed to get some of the psychic stuff out of the way before we could have pretty good sex. Guilt feelings aren't exactly what I have, mostly from growing up and a little from being married from the jerk, but it was more a belief I couldn't have good sex until the bad spirits were out of my head. Bondage and pain help, but safety's part, and your intense concentration on me. In the past, I felt weird when you looked so intensely into my eyes, but adding the rough. The prospect of fucking her best friend's husband who hasrecently been practically transformed into a would-be porn star hasStephanie completely hot and bothered.Mark would love to reach out and stop all of this. He would love to make awish--do something to be able to stop this chaos, but the wish thatrendered him immobile is keeping him from doing pretty much anything...atall. All his can do is look on in abject horror as his wife who has beenmorphed into an even more manly man that him takes.