I pulled the shorts down and kicked them off my feet, giving her the full view. “Oh God,” she said once again. I laughed out loud. “Anyone would...think you had never seen one before Maryam.” “I haven’t,” she said. “Well, only on the magazines.“What, I thought you and Mo had sex before. “We did Niruup, but I didn’t see his… ummm… little one. It was dark when we… done it… it was in the back seat of his car in a country daba at night. I didn’t see anything really; we lay down, he pulled my panties. The choices that presented themselves seemed suddenly very clear and obvious: either I could storm out of the room and end our ten year marriage forever, or stay and try to rationalize the situation. I should have been enraged, disgusted by my wife's behaviour, but all I could feel at that time was lust! Looking at Mary's open and very wet pussy, with her juices glistening on her puffy labia, had my cock as hard as stone - maybe it was the fact that I hadn't had sex for a while, or maybe it was. You were taking a break from college and we had come home for the holidays. I went to pick her up for a date and you answered the door. You had the sweats and t-shirt down pat even then, but it was your face that caught my attention, the way your hair framed it, with all those curls. I was already thinking I met the wrong sister. Since we're being honest, it didn't hurt your image with me when I saw you walk across the room and your t-shirt was going in different directions, if you know what I. I get to taste my pussy as the friend sticks his dick inside my mouth and my owner opens my cheeks wide, slaps his cock a few times on my hole and shoves it in. While I'm being the bitch, I'm being called a bunch of names. Slut, cock whore, bitch, sissy and a few others. All of which turn me on hearing. My owner moves me onto my side and lifts my leg. His friend helps and takes hold of my leg, my owner climbs up and over the other legs, keeping it between his legs, grabs his cock and starts to.