’ He said. ‘Now.’ And despite wanting to protest, my mouth was stuffed with a massive cream-filled nugget of prick-pod pork and my hands were al...eady unclasping my bra. ‘Nice!’ He said as my hooters hung free. ‘FF Cups?’ He asked. ‘Yes, how did you know?’ I wiped a thick streak of saliva from my lips as I pulled them reluctantly from his fat left ostrich egg. ‘I fuck whoever the Hell I like.’ He explained, cupping my jaw open in one hand and dominantly shoving his other nut into it with the. He was as attractive as she had described and seemed very confident, he certainly wasn't showing any nerves at meeting the husband of the woman he had fucked the day before. "So what's the plan?" he asked us.Katie answered, "I thought we could have a couple of drinks and then go upstairs, having two studs use me. Tyler looked at me in surprise, "Is she serious?" Yep, since meeting you this wife of mine has become addicted to cock, can't say I'm complaining though."We sat down and had a few. You know all about those thoughts that start as a trickle and grow and grow until they hurt so much.I’m talking about thoughts that are wrong, in some ways. Well, perhaps not wrong just downright dirty. But the more you think about them, the more they grow inside. You know you are going to have to act them out one day. If you don’t, you will never know whether they mean something or not.Trust me! I know all about them.I have been having these thoughts for months now. They are at the stage that. Your hands are in my hair as your tongue slips into my mouth. I throw my arms around your neck, pulling myself against you and crushing my breasts against your chest.We continue to kiss for what seems like eternity, our hands roaming each other’s face and body, fingertips brushing against clothing, then tugging it aside to find patches of bare skin. I gasp as you squeeze my tits, then again as you begin unbuttoning my top, before removing it and throwing it on the floor. I respond by undoing.