All my holes, all my body is yours.” And just to affirm, she sent me another picture of her twat, spread just as wide as before, with two of her fin...ers lodged inside.I liked that. She was obedient and forthcoming, offering herself freely and voluntarily without expecting anything in return. “What’s your favourite toy?” I asked.“My husband’s dick,” she replied.I laughed. “Ah, okay,” I said. “What’s he doing now?”“He’s helping me take pictures,” she said. “And he’s waiting for. Warmer that way, but she made me keep them on come summer. Next fall, I started school -- riding Harry 'bout three miles each way. Harry was happy enough to go; it was better than pulling a plow, and horses don't much take to wolves.I took to school, though. Mom had taught me my letters and some words, but that was either in her rough handwriting or in the old books with cramped print she read herself. The first time I saw the big print in the books in school -- and the pictures -- I fell in. I was like, I don't know, I'm not sure about that. Now at this point I honestly never thought about doing anything with another guy, but a butterfly type feeling overcame me as he kept talking about it, convincing me it was a good idea. Eventually he got me to agree, but who will go first? And again J being the older, bigger and more dominant one, he convinced me he would fuck my first!As we were stripped of our clothes, J had a jar of Vaseline of course and immediately got a handful and began. I had no one to blame but myself, my ever present lust and my slutty behavior.Knowing me he warned me before he proposed to me, that he will never tolerate any infidelity. His words were 'I have no intention of becoming a cuckold and/or share my wife with anyone else. If you can't promise that - I won't even propose.'My name is Janet Moon, I'm 26 years old and I've been married to my husband Mark for the past 3 years after a period of another 3 years that we were together.Before meeting Mark I.