The only thing that mattered was to give my love a wonderful, earthshaking orgasm. “Yes!” She cried out. Her legs clamped around my head and her b...dy started to shake like mad. I kept on sucking as best as I could, and she trembled and moaned. It was glorious. I think it took almost a minute until her trembling eased and her legs relaxed. She softly pushed me away. I looked up at her and my heart contracted. She look incredibly beautiful, her eyes glassy and huge, her cheeks aflame, the smile. She was so wet I thought at first she had wet herself. After sucking me for a while she went to get on top of me and fuck me but I told her to get her mouth back on my cock and suck me till I gave her my cum in her mouth. She did as she was told and I shot my load into her mouth and watched as she smiled and swallowed it. Now that she was horny and wanting a fuck I told her to come with me to get the car. So we walked to the garage which was only round the corner from me under some old railway. As it turned out I had some stored-up anger and resentment at David, and at myself. Much of that stemmed from the way I was raised and my church upbringing. We’d been co-enablers of that paradigm our whole time together. I realized I had been treated as a chattel unworthy of making it on my own. My father ‘gave me away’ at my wedding to David; what the fuck do you think that symbolizes; certainly not the start of an egalitarian relationship. David and I went to the same church for years, and I. "All you have to do it go into his room. I would love to see you fuck Jim." "I don't know," I said feeling uncomfortable. "We know him." "Come on, please" Mike begged moving himself slowly in and out of me. "I would love it. Please do it for me." "You want me to fuck Jim for you?" I asked. "What about tomorrow morning?" "Jim's a good guy," Mike said. "He'd be cool about everything. God, it would be so fucking hot if you walked into his room right now and fucked him." "You really want this?" I.