Brad upon seeing, and feeling, her all filled up pulled back to tease her and say, 'What have we here? Huh? This your fucking clit? Huh bitch? You wan... me to bite it off? Or bite it open?' 'Stop. For the love of God stop hurting me. Just do it. OK rape me but don't hurt me anymore.' 'And my buddy, my mate here, you want him to rape you too?' 'Huh, yes OK. Yes, he can rape me too.' 'Very nice but good. But one more thing. Tell him, you tell him you want him to rape. The thought of my wife fucking other guys in front of me was just a fantasy. It was never going to happen. Or so I thought. About two weeks later, on a Saturday morning, I was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. My wife was in our den on her computer. The doorbell rang, and my wife got up to see who was there. Next thing I know, my wife walks in our living room with these two big, college-age guys. I must have looked confused, because my wife said, "Remember what we talked about. "Oh, but surly we can't show them like that?" I said."Well no, we must use careful camera angles" he chuckled, "but there's no simulation here, ok."She was waiting for us, a very young looking eighteen year old, looking more nervous than I felt; Sid started to talking to her, trying to put her at ease. After she had signed both forms Sid sat her down."Now Belle, you know what this stations broadcasts right," the girl nodded, her eyes lowered, "so you know what we want from you, ok, we need to. "All I'm saying is..." Dan started."... that if some guy tries to pick me up at the hotel bar, you're ok with me *fucking* him," Jenn whispered hotly. She couldn't deny the flutter in her stomach, or perhaps a bit lower down, the thrill at the very idea."Well..." Dan flushed."You're a perv," Jenn replied with an amused grin. "Have fun with the house to yourself. Try not to spend the whole time I'm gone jerking off to porn." No promises," Dan grinned back."You can do this," Jenn told herself,.