The cuckolded man is sated only when the degree of peculiarity emulates his spirit, and at climax , experiences the forgery of moods and desires as it...is - raw and unrelenting. A cuckoldress knows all too well of her cuckolds passions, but rarely what is subjectively felt in spirit. It should noted that her desires shape the spirit of the cuckold, and in return, shapes her own only vaguely - for the cuckold is the final entity to witness and bear the carnage in that abode of pleasure; the. Suddenly those naughty fingers stopped the fondling; but then I felt a warm gentle hand in between my hot thighs. I did not know what to do. I decided to stay quiet, since I loved the sensation…Those fingers started to massage my inner thighs, very smooth.I showed a big smile on my face, as I pretended to watch the game. My loving husband looked at me from across the bar and he smiled at me.Then I thought I hated soccer, but I was getting touched up here right in front of my beloved hubby and I. They both parked their cars along the side of the road by the wood.Anita had got into Dennis’ car and the lucky bastard had fucked my cheating sexy wife there inside for a short while. Before splitting out, Anita agreed to meet him on next day, around noon, at their time lunch …When Dennis got there, Anita was waiting for him in her car.This time he got in Ana’s car and he described my wife was wearing a very little jean skirt, a white tank top and high heels.Dennis soon discovered this was all. . FUCK ME!"she stammered, her voice almost a shout as thefinal words came tumbling helplessly from herthroat. "That's a girl," he chuckled, lowering his hipsback into position, slowly, temptingly, cruelly, untilshe could feel his thick, bulbous head separate thepink hair-lined lips of her vagina. He felt the wetwarmth of her opening which led to her vaginalchannel, and moving his knees a little nearer heropen thighs, he jabbed thickly into her. "Aaaaaggghhhhhh!!!" she screamed, "oh... no... no!.