. I need more than that.”A woman. I knew, now, the voice of other was woman. I had no frame of reference for woman. Yet I defined her in my mind. Wo...an was the perfect complement to me. We would match. Woman would mold around me and fill those spaces within me where there was nothing, as I would fill her heart. She had voice. I had hearing. The voice was musical. It did not screech or scold like the distant bird. The voice was like her touch. She was firm and precise, but gentle and soft. Each. Watching a man’s large cock slide into a woman’s willing cunt is one thing, but when it is your own wife that is being fucked that is absolutely stupendous! My wife, Sheila, then 42, had after much discussion been persuaded by me that I really wanted more than anything to watch her being fucked by another guy. She said she would only do it once and once only as she was quite sure I would go off the idea once faced with the reality and she was not all that sure she would like the experience. And I was planning on killing your friend’s boyfriend today as planned, but looks like that changed.” Ironically, I still wasn’t scared, I really wasn’t. Don’t tell me why but I really wasn’t. He looked wild and untamed but something in his eyes told me there was something there, something not as cold as a killer should be. I looked into his eyes and I could feel something shift. His eyes trailed down my face and to my lips and he swallowed hard. Now my heart started beating like a scared jack. As my feet hit the cold linoleum, I heard someone greet me with afriendly, "Good morning." I turned and saw a round-faced girl sittingat a desk in the corner of the room. Deirdre was not around."Uh?hi," I said, self-consciously tugging at the hem of the nighty."Didn't see you there. You must be one of Dee's roomies." Yah," she agreed. "Name's Shayna. Dee told me about the problems youwere having with your roommate. She sounds like a psycho-bitch. Eventhrew out all your clothes on you,.