"Slave is such a harsh word. It's really a match made in heaven. You crave cock. I crave servicing. We live next door and we have my shed as our own s...xual oasis. Which part of that doesn't make perfect sense?"To be honest, it did make sense. Until yesterday, I had never felt any urges for a man's penis, but since yesterday, it was all I could think about. And the outline of Jack's big cock now swaying back and forth under his shorts as he beat the crap out of a punching bag had me worked up. Maa boli ” our kitna intajar karvayaga” maine kha “collage me kaam tha is lya let hua.”Maa boli ” chal ab apne kapde utar” maine mera shirt nikala, banayan nikala.Our massaj bench per baitha. Maa bhi uthi our boli ” itna kya shrma rha hai apni pant to utar de” maine apni jeans uteri our burmuda pe tha….maa fir boli ” are ye burmuda to utar, kya kar raha hai..masaj ke waqt open our free hona chahi ye”maine burmuda bhi nikali… maa uthi usne kali fullo ki sadi phene thi wo sadi transparent nahi. It seemed like an eternity for me as I watched my wife waiting to be mounted, wearing only stockings and a garter belt. Her pussy was swollen and wet as the stranger pulled on his own cock.He asked me: "Does your slutty wife take it in the ass?"Before I could get out the word “no”, Anita yelled out "Yes, sure, please!"The second man smiled as he kneeled in front of her.I watched the first stranger spread my wife's cheeks and plunge into her pussy which just engulfed the huge cock on the first. "Well, pack your bathing suit, and lots of shorts, and something nice just in case we go out for dinner or something. Get started, I want to be outta here A.S.A.P." I shooed her back into the house, and we both went up stairs. I reached into the closet, and grabbed my military style rucksack off the shelf. I was pulling shorts out of my drawer when I realized that she had called me dad. "Dad Huh?" I mused to myself. I didn't have any children biologically, so the concept was a little foreign to.