“I have to go to karate!”“We’ll work on the program tonight.”“Thanks.”September 30, 1983, McKinley, Ohio“Angie is running with you aga...n?” Clarissa asked as we headed to psychology class on Friday.“Yes.”“You and Angie?” Sandy asked. “Really?”“Me and Angie what? Are running together? Yes. Are talking civilly? Yes. Are involved in any way? No.”“Methinks he doth protest too much!”I shook my head, “No protest at all. Tell me, who around here am I NOT friendly with?”“Dean Parker!” Clarissa and. Already, he could see the old judge with the scowl on his face and his wife at the plaintiff’s table with tears running down her face. He heard a soft tap and lifted his head off the blue law book. Was he hearing things? Was he dreaming? He put his forehead back on the book, but heard the tapping again. It was the door, someone was knocking at the door. Probably his wife checking on him. He got up, but the door opened a crack and Faruza’s face peeked in, her sweet, angelic face, framed by. Yes, we have a big age gap. I am a new writer wishing to detail very true details of my kinky life. Some names have been changed for privacy reasons. Let’s get to the story.(Warning: This story is going to be long and will be in parts. It has elements of kink, taboo, gay, bisexuality, and wife sharing.)I and my wife have been married for the past 10 years and this all began 2 years ago. It was me who pushed my wife to this and convinced her to sleep with a bull who would dominate her and me. I. A twenty-one gun salute! I got on Facebook and invited over twenty-one men, including Jordan and Eric. All of them had hit on me in the past and I knew wanted me. All but Jordan and Eric got the full details that in order to fuck me, you had to video me doing it with another man first. I knew if I sent it to Jordan or Eric they wouldn't show. I set it up for a Friday night at seven pm sharp!. And for the finale, I invited Nick over Saturday morning. Seven pm on Friday rolled around and nineteen.