He said we could meet even in a motel room.He was so persistent. At first I was reluctant, since I was a married woman and, although Victor did not fu...k me properly sometimes, I loved him with all my heart…Seamus kept asking and asking until I finally gave in. I agreed to meet him at a motel along the highway. I had chosen to wear a summer dress, something conservative.The excitement I felt about meeting him turned to nervousness…I hit the highway and soon I reached the motel. I almost turned. My wife laid on the bed and spread her legs showing a very wet pussy. The first man went up and pushed his cock inside her and came in less than a minute. Then the next and so forth. It was over really quick. They sent the men home and the women talked about what they could do to improve and get my wife knocked up. I sat there and just stared at these naked women. A few days later they had the guy over again. This time did not go so smooth. The first guy dropped a huge gooey load deep inside. Her tongue this time was magic. As it went in and out, I felt myself coming again. Because Jill was so much bigger than me I found it difficult to really get inside her. She realized my problem and turned us both over. On top, I found it so much easier and in very little time, Jill was coming again.For the next couple of years or so, we continued on like this. We used to change partners and found new tricks. A finger up your lover’s bum was one of the first variations and then, of course, girls. Lucy was by far his favorite; Kate was kind enough to him and, after all, she was the one who took him out of that dreary basement. But Kate Barrett seemed somehow artificial to him, and his keen powers of perception were not to be ignored; he was always friendly and obedient with her, but not like he was with Lucy."Does that feel nice, handsome?" Lucy Barrett asked softly as she scratched the sensitive flesh behind his ears and on the back of his thick furry neck. Matt purred his canine reply.