So here I am, face down in the pillow, knees on the bed and my ass in the air. He lubed the shit out of my asshole and his cock and he was working int... me slow and easy. It was taking a while, he'd been working at it for a good 5 minutes so far. He was still hard though. Viagra helped him and the whiskey helped me. I was as relaxed as I could be, I wanted that cock inside me. He pressed steady but gently, and when my ass began to feel like it was going to tear open I told him and he eased back. I could hear and understandlanguages of all kinds and I had a sense that I could read and speakthem as well. Then there was more pain, excruciating pain, as mybody's bones shifted and moved.I was standing in front of a mirror. I was sixteen years old and myfather was taking me out to a special lunch. My mother stood behind mebrushing my long dark brown hair. I had chosen to wear a pink dress Ihad received for my birthday a few weeks earlier. My mother whisperedin my ear, "You're beautiful,. I decided to make sure that we did this in her rooms, with the lights on, on top of her bed. James has a most decided voyeuristic streak, and I knew that he would watch us through the half-silvered mirror set in the wall between her room and the secret passageways. He was unaware of my knowledge of these passages, and normally I was with him during my trysts, but in this I would provide him with a special viewing.We continued our enjoyment of the outdoors until dinnertime, with a third bout. "I see, Madam are you familiar with the term cuckolding"? he asked."Well yes, he has "accidentally" turned on one or two of those movies in the past but I never thought anything about it." Now my mind was really racing! Is this what John was thinking? Was he too scared to ask me this for fear I may over react? Now he has brought me to this island as a way to let me know this is what he wants?"Honestly Madam I think you need to discuss this with your husband. There are only a very few reasons.