When they got into shallow water, she saw his cock was limp. He noticed her looking, and told her he'd be ready just as soon as the sun took the chill...off. The water wasn't cold, but she knew what he meant.Phil had left Evelyn and Betty, and was going out into the water. He winked at Stacy. She smiled and glanced down at his cock, limp and glistening with cunt juices and sperm. Betty was on her back, her eyes closed, her ass wriggling, her fingers entangled in Evelyn's red hair as Evelyn lapped. ”“Heather, Heather. We haven’t finished with our fantasies yet. There’s still one more to go. The most important one. I planned it very carefully, Heather, so that it would be just right. It’s my present to you. My eternal gift.”“I … I don’t understand. I just … I just want to go home.”“Oh, no, Heather. We can’t have that. I’ve gone to so much trouble to make everything just so. I even bought you that teddy. Don’t you remember, Heather? Don’t you remember?”There was something in the back of her. I looked down and saw Liz had been holding my right hand. I couldn’t feel it and I couldn’t move it. The skin on my left arm was scratched raw from the man’s frantic attempts to free himself and the blood had covered my left forearm from elbow to wrist. I saw a red set of tooth marks on the underside. I looked past Liz. Ryan was sitting up and two EMTs were working on his arm. Brian was being loaded on a gurney but he appeared awake and alert. Dom had his shirt off while a woman checked his. From there we branched out, after about 2 years, to include other guys, and to have the encounters with me there (me plus one guys and my wife, and 2 times with 2 guys and my wife - never any other women). So why does this still turn me on when having sex with or fantasizing about my wife? Well, the sheer numbers - my fantasy was of her as a true slut, porn star, or professional whore. And she pretty much engaged in enough encounters, and in some cases, WE engaged in enough encounters, that I.