The second and third strokes arrived swiftly and with little time between each, slicing into my flesh and feeling like I'd had a red hot poker thrust ...gainst me. “AH, AH, AH, OW,” I shrieked as I near crushed the edge of the desk with my hands. As the next three strokes arrived, they compounded my agony and as I tensed and untensed my body to quell the pain, I questioned in my mind why on earth I was putting myself through this. With six strokes administered, Karen lowered the cane and gently. I soon found out way when I looked in the tent….. my wife was lying naked on her back holding her pussy open. John looked at me and said he hoped I didn’t mind but my wife was showing him where my cock had been the night before. I looked at my wife and told her anything she wanted to do was OK …. The evening was hers. She invited us both into the tent and soon she had our cocks in her hands. Mine was rock hard very soon and she took turns in sucking them. John was soon fingering her pussy and. I can only imagine he pulled away to return the pleasure as he slipped down her body to kiss her sensitive clitoral bud and lap her labial lips while probing her depths with two fingers as she spread open to fullest extent. I could almost Smell and Taste her womanly juices as the male licked and sucked her pussy making her groan though her moans were inaudible through the car windows. I loved how the zoom on the camera enabled me to imagine it was me eating the delectable fanny when I was. We both had so much saliva from the build up that it was like a warm frothy drink was poured into our mouths. I tasted him... again the realization of what was taking place shot through my body... I was having a passionate erotic gay kiss... tasting another mans lust after me... him tasting his innocent boy being turned... knowing he has made it real, feeling so good and powerful from the fact that he was irresistible and too desirable for me.I wanted this to last as long as possible... wanted.