"I giggled somewhat, but calmly pleasured his johnson, letting my soft lips massage it in the process for a moment before I let it out. "Would you jus... feel better if I slapped you?"He breathed heavily and shook his head a couple of times as he had lusty eyes. "I'll have to refer you to my last statement." Good, and feel free to shoot wherever you want, dear Joesph," I offered, prior to taking his schlong back into my mouth."Oh, I will, Sandra. If you are naked, ready and willing to fuck, and. I threw my head back and couldn’t believe that the sounds, animal like sounds, were coming from me as I reveled in my ecstasy. My entire body was on fire with a heat that I had rarely known, and it seemed as if it would never subside, but eventually it did. Suddenly I felt as weak as a kitten as I collapsed on Prakash’s lap. I couldn’t move. I felt his throbbing cock against my cheek as I lay there. I felt my husband slide his cock from my pussy. I opened my eyes and saw him take his place. Far from it - it was not only consensual, but encouraged by me and very much publicly known by all our friends and associates.Unlike some couples who come to an alternative arrangement in their married life through discovery of kept secrets, experimentation or boredom, my wife had sought out a submissive bisexual husband from the beginning. We were destined to be partners with so much in common and shared philosophies on many things.I had known for a long time I was more interested in dominant. Just one would be enough to give her purpose, to make her feel wanted, to make her feel anything.He sent off his latest tome to be read by people he would never know. He left his apartment with a stack of envelopes that needed to be taken to the bank, most unopened. They came with the circulars and occupant mail that found their way to his mail box. He had never thought about money. He had enough for his rent and utilities; enough for his food. He took the unopened checks to be deposited to his.