For most of the people, it wasn’t a real problem as the stronger desires and their entrenched societal beliefs kept them in check. They believed tha... by helping others, you bettered yourself. For some, like for humans, they could see a use for fulfilling the other desires that they now experienced more strongly. Collin, I was to learn, was such a person.With my genetic and social makeup being different, I had no problem with looking out for myself and using whatever means was at my disposal to. My first story was Girlfriends BFF. I had written how I had fucked my girlfriend’s best friend in the train on our way to Goa. This story continues that part but altogether in a new category.We reached Thivim station and hired a cab to our hotel. We checked in the hotel at afternoon time and I had lunch and got freshened up being the first day in Goa and we had decided to just go to a beach and have a good time over there. The fucking in train with Riya was still fresh in my mind plus the. This was making my penis start to move, it felt just as good as her skirt did. Then came the crack, but not with the paddle. It was with her hand, and another and another. I lost count about six or so I think, because I had noticed my penis was hard, making me rub against her thigh every time she smack my bare ass. My mind was spinning I didn’t know what to feel pain or pleasure. About the tenth smack we’ll say, her hand smacked my balls, I guess my legs had separated a bit. After 3 of these and a light dinner I asked what she would like to do next. Sge suggested we take a ride down Sunrise and scope out the strip clubs. So off we went. The only one remotely interesting was one we had been to before for happy hours etc. So we slid in at the far end of the bar and the wife had another martini. As I'm talking to the manager whom I'd gotten to know I feel the wife take my hand and thinking she wants to hold hands I pay no mind. Next thing I feel is her wet pussy under.