One time after watching the Day of The Jackal, she startled awake when the villagers balanced a watermelon between her upturned legs for their archery...practice.The first few arrows narrowly missed penetrating her shaking thighs, then one scored a direct hit on her bullseye, splattering her upturned body in watermelon pieces and juice - she climaxed noisily, to the delight of the watching crowd.Two hard cocks entered her wide open mouth, while one of the older women attacked her dripping cunt. "You shouldn't have made me jerk off." I told him to roll over on his belly, then I told Laura get on top of him and tongue his asshole. Laura's rim-jobs give me a hard-on every time, and it worked for my friend just as it always does for me.For the final act, I had Laura mount George and ride him hard. She guided his big pussy-pleaser into her honey-pot while I marveled at how it stretched to accommodate him. I taped them for a while then popped the camera on its tripod at the foot of the bed. Damn it!He kisses me right then, gently and steadily—passionately and brilliantly. I kiss him back, pushing and shoving and ramming my lips right straight against his. He is steady; he is patient with me; he is possessive and magnificent and wonderfully. To be honest and upright and truthful with you, this is just as much as heaven and paradise as it is itself. I swear that it surely is. We hold and embrace each other; we caress and stroke the other; we inhale and exhale right in the face of. I should have run in and killed them both. Instead I back up slowly like the cuckold I am and went to my car and cried. Was this what the husbands in the cuckolding stories feel like? How can they call this feeling erotic? I felt like shit, like my life was over. I drove to the nearest bar to drown my sorrows.I had to regain my senses till I decided what to do. I tried to act normal when I got home that evening. Linda greeted me like she always does. I told her I wasn't feeling good and was.