Whether with my hand or my wife, I almost couldn't cum without thinking of the woman in that movie ordering me to do it. All I could think about, morn...ng, noon and night was being under someone else's control. All I wanted was, for just a little while, someone else to be responsible for me.I tested the waters with my wife a week later. I tried to explain what I wanted, telling her it was just an experiment. She tried, but it wasn't for her. She couldn't be something she wasn't and she just. Me, I’m totally the opposite of my angel. Older forty-something, Divorced Caucasian male. Slight Budweiser beer belly, long blonde hair with blue eyes. I’m six foot and two hundred and twenty pounds. I tower over her small frame.My name is Tom and I was raised by my dad who swore by the words, “The races aren’t supposed to be mixed”.Don’t get me wrong, Dad wasn’t racist in the least, he never preached hate. But he believed there were too many differences in our. ”“They work?”“They have, yeah.”My wife made a “hmph” noise, like she was thinking. She looked at Chris while she drank from her bottle. Then she said, “You got ‘em with you?”Chris shook his head, “They’re at home.”My wife said, “Oh … too bad.”Chris looked flustered, “Well … I mean … I can go … I mean … I don’t always need them. Like … we could … I’m … okay to … now.”“Are you hard now?” My wife asked.Chris nodded, holding his crotch.“Let me see,” My wife said.Chris undid his pants and pulled his. . I didn’t think that you literally existed. Asmodeus, the demon of lust? You’re in charge of Hell now? Aren’t you supposed to be some kind of incubus? I mean, if you fuck a woman, she’s damned or something like that? Just like if a succubus fucks a man, he’s toast? Literally in this case, given the fires of Hell? You have two succubi with you now ... groping me ... are they part of this package? What’s the plan, Asmodeus? I mean, seriously? I mean, you’re literally fondling my girlfriend’s ass.