Then he said it might be easier next time to rub it over my face with his dick because his dick is smoother and he could "pin point" spots. I knew he ...as lying but I wanted to feel his dick on my face ! The next day we stroked and looked at his magazines and he looked from the side of his eyes and would see me staring at his dick. He knew I wanted it and he would give a slight grin knowing he would turn me into his cock sucker. He asked if I was ready for my "acne treatment as he called it and. What I heard was no cell phone, no television, and no shopping. I had an uneasy feeling about it but against my better judgement I went anyway. I packed two suitcases even though Jerry told me that all I would really need would be a string bikini. I smiled and told him that I had six string bikinis already packed. He sure smiled at that. I knew he checked me out in them whenever I wore one around him. I knew that I could make him hard too, after all he couldn’t keep that thing a secret. I had. This would be an open, poly triad, where two people shared the same partner, but everyone could also have others. However, you and I wouldn’t be intimate. It would be a ‘V’, if you will. I think that she could handle it. How about you?” Bert confessed.“Well, it’s very ... flattering,” Jim confessed, even as his cock stiffened at the prospect of a long-term menage a trois with Bert and Tanya, “How would we manage things? I mean, like paternity.”“Oh, relax, Jim! It’s easy enough. You both breed. ?His blood pounding, his prick straining, his head ringing. This was that moment. That culmination of his sexual odyssey to penetrate and rape Jens third hole. Pacing he walked from the spare room to the bathroom ten times. His trousers bursting with his erection, his breath uneven.He could wait no more and entered the bedroom. Darkness lit from the door. His wife, plump, curvy and looking like a goddess in red pumps and red gloves. She brushed past him and left the room.?Won?t be a moment.