My wife had her hands on the arm rests of the theater seat and was using them to push back with every thrust of the stangers cock. I had forgot that I...was to cheer the stranger on to fuck my wife harder, but it didn't matter because she was screaming for him to fuck her good and to fuck her harder.With all this going on it didn't take long for the stranger to blow his load into wy wife with one last deep thrust. As he pulled out I could see my wife's pussy was dripping with a mixture of her's. Once I left the reception, I couldn't wait to get home and write a story about what could've happened.Chapter 1: The FuneralToday, I just got back from attending my ex-girlfriend Lois's father's funeral. He had lived a full life, and as a Catholic he'd had a large family. Most of the women in his family were smoking hot, and there were several there in their 20s and 30s. He was German, and Hitler would have been proud of the dozen or so intensely fuckable blondes at the funeral. Some of them. His dick was already rock hard and it swung free with a proud expression of gratitude to be released from confinement. It hovered tensely a mere foot from Rachel’s face and Blake grinned as her eyes widened slightly. Beyond eager to finally get his turn, he exhaled and cleared his throat. Rachel’s eyes snapped upward at the sound and she smiled politely in response. She leaned forward a bit and reached out to bring her hand to the twitching target in front of her. She grinned to herself as she. "I saw you lead that jerk out of here in those kinky handcuffsyesterday. I hope you still have him chained up in bondage someplace."I put my hand in a manner that told Melanie I would take it. I was nowusing my Melanie voice."I don't think I was that much of an asshole yesterday." Oh, I didn't mean you honey. I meant the guy that she asswhooped inthe race." I repeat, I don't think I was that much of an asshole and furthermore,the asswhoopin' I got yesterday afternoon was nothing compared to.