She could see the lust in their eyes. Before she could say anything, the senior exec spoke up “If u co-operate with us everyone will be happy” My ...ife “NO, please leave me. I’ll shout and call the TC.” The junior exec pulled her hair roughly “Saali rand. Chillayegi toh yahi gala daba doonga. “Ankur was a little afraid. He was at the back side, just looking as to how things are proceeding. The two executives made her stand and started groping her. The senior exec was feeling her from the front. Our bodies became fluid, and in one motion she got up, I shed my pants, and she sat back down. Our lips met first, then our tongues, and my dick slid back and forth between her labia. I could feel my head tickling her clitoris as I swung upward, and as she met my thrusts her wetness reached the place where my balls met the base of my shaft. We picked up the pace, her back arching away from me as she pressed her dripping pussy closer and closer, engulfing my dick into her without penetration. I. Most men didn’t vow to obey their wives, after all, though the old trope of milquetoast husbands and being put on the couch existed as long as she could recall. Most bridegrooms also didn’t take the bride’s surname, rather vice versa, of course. Gavin, however, was about to become Mr. Finkel rather than Sarah becoming Mrs. Moore. It was another mark of his submissive role in their wife-led marriage.“I do,” Gavin coughed as he accepted the permanence of his cuckold status.“Do you, Sarah, take. "Tell us your best fantasy." I don't have one," he replied."Of course you do, honey," Joan encouraged."Well, to be truthful," he grinned at them, shaking his cock, "my fantasy is to live with two beautiful girls that will let me fuck them anytime I want, and who will suck me off and lick my asshole and--" You nut!" Fawn laughed. "That isn't a fantasy, that's reality!" It sure is," Joan emphasized. "Except for one thing. You've got to lick up and piss on us, too. Think you can handle all that.