That's not to say that I wasn't friendly or I didn't flirt just a little, but that was as far as I let it go. This all worked fine for almost twenty y...ars, then something happened that changed everything.Before I get into what happened I want to share a little bit about a few of the ladies that live in town that I became friendly with. None of them were what you would call "hot" but they weren't unattractive either. Most of them were married and my wife and I had gotten together with them a few. He just keeps fucking, fucking, humping like some mad dog fucking a bitch in heat. Like a dog fucks your leg, he just keeps fucking me. Another heavy load of cum burst from his cock. The disgusting lacquer coats me inside, floods me, running down, mixing with blood. The appalling, viscous fluid escapes in small gushes as he pulls out, squishing sloshes fill the air as he pounds inside.Everything hurts, the pain is unbearable, but I must endure, I have no choice. He just keeps fucking me.. S: I am glad you loved it. M: Guess you have a pretty good experience, huh.S: Not that many but yea you could say that.In the meantime, we had a few glasses of wine. We talked for a bit, waiting to regain our lost energy. After a few minutes, she got up from the bed and left. I thought she was going to the toilet. But I was surprised when she came back with vanilla cream and pudding which she bought on the way to our hotel.I was getting excited from the very thought itself. I know very well. At first they just chatted over a glass of wine, but then they came to sit on a sofa near me, and within a minute or two, she was straddling him, and pushing her tongue into his mouth. I could see that he was wearing a cock-ring, and that her pussy was freshly shaven.There were a couple of other guys nearby, who went up to caress her, but were discouraged so I didn’t bother. I just allowed my cock to ride out from under my towel, and played with it a little as it stood to attention. They fucked.