The fuck team drank beer that afternoon while the faggotwas made to stripand dance naked in front of them. They called it "sick" perverted" depraved,"...but more than one sixteen or seventeen year oldprick was hardand soon dripping. The guys on the team were made to weartheir swim suits so Matt could see every hard teenage dick. He took picturesof them so that he could have these boys too under his thumb if he ever needed it. Shit, Alex Theil's father was fucking rich,and Matt mightneed some. My hands fondled her ass while hers reached for my shaft and began stroking it. I picked her up and left the shower with bits of soap suds sticking to my body.I dumped her on the bed and lowered my head between the openings of her pussy. I licked and rolled my tongue and finger-fucked her well enough to make her shudder and moan. Done with that, I rolled her over and dipped my tongue into the puckered hole that was her ass.“Aww … Aww-ohhh yeah … Go back and lick my clit … Uhhh-awww …” she. They danced for quite some time, and I was content to watch the two of them together, partly relieved that I didn't have to dance so much, but mostly just turned on watching my wife bump her ass back into a stranger's crotch.It might have been an hour or more before she had her fill. Then it was her pulling the guy over to me. He was clearly confused at why this chick he had just met wanted him to meet some other dude. She kissed me again, deeply, showing him what we were. "This is my husband,". I’d told her. Chrissie lifted her hand and slid her finger over my lips where they were wrapped around the dildo in a perfect ‘o’. ‘Oh, very nice. At least we know what you’re good for,’ she said. My belly muscles had twitched at her touch. My eyes widened slightly in surprise, but I covered it up cleverly by saying, ‘Mmmmppphh!’ My fingers slipped under the hem of her short t-shirt and slid over her flat belly. Chrissie smirked. ‘You think I really believe that, slut?’ she said. Then she.