Because we both wanted to stay together she slowly became receptive for some out of town adventures. She is still shy and very much concerned not to b... identified.Our first entry into a more open lifestyle happened 7 years ago. We had an official event with some prominent local authorities in the early evening. I asked her to dress up sexy because afterwards I had planned a visit to a bar in another city 60 miles from home. She wore a blouse with decent cleavage that allowed being unbuttoned. He looked at me, naked, with a doggie dick shoved inside of me, Tank didn’t seem to care he had an audience, he never stopped. “What are you a little doggy slut now?” Said my boyfriend as he stood in front of me, “yes, yes I am, and I love it!” “You want to be a little slut! I’ll treat you like a slut that you are!” With that he unzipped his pants and put his semi hard dick in my mouth, “suck it you little slut! How do you like that, a doggy dick in your pussy and a dick in your mouth! Suck it. It was just that feeling of her hand on me, the stirrings that that simple touch evoked. I didn’t want sex. I wanted her. It had always been this way, since we met, I think. There was just something about seeing her, feeling her next to me. It never failed to arouse my libidinous tendencies. And so, in my towel, I made my way towards the dining room, half resigned to see her busy dusting and polishing things that, to my eyes, needed no attention. I needn’t have worried. As I stepped around the. ”My mind still had a lot of questions, but my prick was ready to go. And when it comes to arguments between my mind and my prick we all know who wins. I drove into her and started thrusting to match her thrusts up into me.I was starting to climb toward a really good orgasm, but before I could nut, I felt someone push between my legs. Then I felt a greasy prick press against my asshole. I don’t mean the guy between my legs was an unwashed jerk, I mean that his prick was greased and he was.