The next day they had barely spoken. Sundays were usually their day to spend together, but Ted had sequestered himself in his study and Marcia could n...t bring herself to confront him. She was sitting at her desk on Monday morning when those questions coalesced in her mind. The more she considered the possibilities, the more the queasy twists in her stomach persisted. Such thoughts could be slow poison to a marriage and Marcia knew that the only way to resolve them would be for Ted to tell her. One night out I let a man chat me up and finger me me I felt his cock it was huge at the time time and I got scared and left it at that. Then two or three night later I watched a show a bout girls in the city and heard the words hot wife and cuckold looked them up both names sounded sexy thought about wot I had done and every day for a week fucked my self hard for about an hour and half some times twice a day imagining all types of things I had read on the net . So at the end of the week I met. She liked it when Yashika would rough upon her by sitting on her face rubbing her pussy on her mouth.She thought of what could be done to change this situation. If not becoming completely straight, at least she could generate a little preference for men to lead a normal life, away from society’s harsh judgment.She read somewhere that sexual preference can’t be chosen. It’s something you just have. Maybe Yashika doesn’t know her attraction for men because she’s never been with one that way? She. “Are you gonna finish that, or can I have some,” Ingrid asked.Yazhi started to giggle. She raised herself up so she could look at me, her forehead damp with lust. “Would that be okay, Big Red?”“Yeah.” I really needed to see a shrink if this turned out to be a dream.Yazhi peeled herself off me, bouncing a few times on my still hard cock before rolling to the side. “All yours, girlfriend,” she said to Ingrid, who had been fingering herself and moaning the entire time Yazhi and I went at.