I had never been as aroused as when I pictured my lovely wife giving herself willingly to another man, and I felt terribly guilty about it. Was it all...just an amazing fantasy or was it actually real? And what sort of man was I? At times I couldn’t bear the thought of Claire being fucked by anyone other than me; at other times all I wanted was to watch her have a shattering orgasm at another man’s hands. When Claire answered, her voice was low and she sounded slightly drunk. “Hi, Darling.” . .. just as a word to the wise, Charlie's one of them"Natalie was astonished at what she saw in the mirror these days; the combination of her sessions with Stephanie and learning how to make the most of her personal assets meant she was beginning to accept herself.Alison, of course, was much less available to Charles. Their changed relationship had continued but sheer practicality meant they met mainly at the weekend, when the reduction of events meant they were pushed back on their own. I was only lucky to get him in my collection from a chat room of a gay web-site. As we started meeting, getting known to each other and having sex; he opened up to me and told me of many of his sexual encounters and the family. He was born in South Africa to an Indian father and an American mother. His great grandfather had migrated from India to S Africa, over a 100 years ago and now were well established doing business of many items. His grandfather was the last man to be married to an Indian. I tie her ankles to her wrists. All of her available.I enjoy the sight. She is so sexy, so eager to be mine at last. Jenny wants me badly.I see how wet, warm and wanton her sexy slit is now for finally my first penetration.I know how much she longs to be mine. Only mine. She the only for me, now and forever.I look into her eyes as I slowly enter my beautiful brunette baby for our first time.I hear her deep sigh. Oh yes, dear daddie love, make your dirty doddie yours for ever.I dive deep into.