When I brought up the idea of him fucking my wife and how I had become attached to idea of being cucked he was more than willing to be a participant t... it. I told him how I felt and the things I was feeling and he took note of all of it. He was a confident young man who was very controlling and demanding. He knew exactly what I needed and what I wanted as I invited him over one night to fuck my wife. He walked into our bedroom that night with a chip on his shoulder. You could see by the look. It wasn't too far from the house so I could here them coming by the sound of the cars. I always spread a lot of papers inside the house, just behind the front door. I would leave the front door slightly ajar. Naked, I would pump in the papers and fantasize about being caught by the newspaper man who would then hump me. That never happened, but one time the newspaper man pushed the door open more and threw in the paper after a few moments of hesitation. When I was in university, I wanted the. .. guarded only by the remaining dress and the tiny lace panties.The final button surrendered to her fingers as a quick gust of wind caught the dress as if to aid her. The thin straps slipped from her shoulders and the wind carried the dress down, towards the grassy meadow and the sun reflected from her skin like light through fine china.Gently her fingers slipped inside the sheer lace of her panties... searching... finding... Her teeth bit gently into her lower lip as the first sensation. "But don't worry, Mom! We won't tell Dad. Not yet anyway. We'll give you another chance to get to be a good wife!"Carolyn's recorded sighs turned to whimpers of lust over the expensive speaker system, and the young blonde could feel her knees trembling as she stood there, staring with disbelief into the young boys' innocent-looking faces."YOU CAN'T DO THIS... YOU... YOU MONSTERS... YOU'RE NOTHING BUT LITTLE MONSTERS!! I WON'T STAND FOR IT! DO YOU HEAR? I WON'T STAND FOR IT!" Bennie and Tim.