It was then that I realized that I wanted to see my husband suck cock. I was turned on by it and I wanted to see it. That night, I decided that I woul... help my husband become a cocksucker.That weekend I decided to train my husband to be an expert cocksucker.. After a lovely dinner out, I had my husband kneeling in front of me wearing nothing but his little panties. I was wearing a nothing but my strap on. "Go on, touch it, you little slut, touch my cock, I know you want it." I taunted. Michael. " I'll see what I can do," she winked at me again and my mood was suddenly much better.I will fast forward to the following Friday, we had both just gotten home from work when my wife's cell phone rang. It was John. His flight had just landed and he was going to check into his hotel room. We agreed to meet for drinks at his hotel bar. When we arrived I saw this handsome black man sitting at a table off in the corner. My wife waved from across the bar and as we approached they hugged like they. He then worked his way around to biting the back of my neck and pinching my nipples from behind. Suddenly he snatched my sweats down (I never wear under to the gloryhole) and I knew he was gonna fuck me and I kinda wanted him to anyway. I stepped out my sweats and and he grabbed my ass and smacked. Nice ass he said. Then smacked it again again and I moaned like a bitch as I held on to the seat in front of me. He started massaging my ass and fingering my asshole. I spread my legs more then he. Again, she quivers...in pleasure.“Constance, he’s a natural, is it that I might learn from him?”The unreasoning of my actions is abhorrent. Yet they feel sown to my soul.Alphonse and Constance pleasure themselves with their objects. Mine speaks.“Upon the ramparts of your eyes I see your good nature. Allow me to pleasure you as is natural for a woman to pleasure a man. I could use my mouth if you so choose good sir.”There’s a loud noise of something breaking. The servants yell, “The Committee..