My wife of three years has voluptuous hips, a deep navel and an ample, natural bosom. She stands five foot eight inches. Our sex life was rocking but ... always wanted her to make love with another man in front of me and I talked about my fantasies with her. She was wary at first but eventually warmed to the idea. Mike had seen my wife on many occasion and he told me that, if I don't stop drinking, he would kidnap my wife and be a better husband. All playfully, of course. He would wax lyrical. ”“Thank you.”We bowed again, and I went back to Marcia. We walked over to where her mom and friends were waiting, then headed to Greek Town in two cars. I had Marcia, Jeannette, and Marie in my car, while Mrs. Ingles had Angie and Melody with her.“That was SO cool!” Jeannette gushed. “You beat that last guy so easily!”“Only because he made a mistake,” Marcia said. “He always did the same things with his hands.”“That’s good if he knows what he’s doing!” Jeannette smirked.“Jeannette!” Marcia. But, since I was very shy I could only worship her from a distance. I just loved her perfect breasts that weren’t too big but just about the right size, her curly brown hair that always smelled so sexy and her sweet ass that had the perfect bounce when she was walking. She was the kind of woman that I was too scared to approach, because I knew my failure would ruin everything. And besides, she had a steady boyfriend. Nevertheless, during my high school years we did develop a friendly. She loved 69 best because it ensured her orgasms and Anna loved the taste of my cum in her mouth as I tongued her pussy to multiple climaxes. I liked that also, I loved the aroma and flavor of my sister’s pussy, but I loved to fuck even more. The feeling of laying on my sister with my cock deep in her hot, wet and tight pussy as I pumped away gave me a feeling of exaltation and of really living.For fear of pregnancy, she always would push me off of her when she felt that I was about to cum. I.