He turned and buried his face in the man's crotch. Yesssss! He would suck and he would give deep throat. A better pussy. A better whore. Those very th...ughts sent sexual electricity throughout his entire being."Ahhhh,, so you want that fifty bucks, do you?" Sig laughed. Brian's queer head continued to spin with machinations. Imagine—- The ultimate--getting his mother's boyfriend to ejaculate inside of him instead of her. Wouldn't that be the best? He would get the sperm that was suppose to go. I thought I’d never admit this, but having my husband serve me in his way: I love it!There’s just something so fucking taboo, so fucking “out there” about refusing to have sex with your husband but having another man screw your brains out and come inside of you, and then to have your husband willingly go down on you and taste that other man’s cum from your pussy. I mean this is my husband! The man I promised to “forsake all others” for. But he not only steps aside because I want to only be. Her hands then trailed down to his chest, where ran her fingers all over him as she kissed his neck. Brendan held her tightly, kissing her neck, causing her to moan softly. Amy then found her fingers tracing the edge of his boxers. Brendan looked at her and smiled as she started to massage his cock from outside of his underwear. While they never actually had sex, Amy would still give Brendan the occasional hand job , as a way of relieving him from his pent up horniness. Amy slowly pulled down. Then late one Friday night ‘brinnnngggg, brinnnngggg,’ the phone rang. It was Rufus. My heart was pounding in my chest at the appearance of his name on the Caller ID screen, my clit began to ache and throb. ‘Hello.’ ‘Hey Baby, I gotta hard-on right now, hearing your voice. I missed you,’ he said. ‘Why haven’t you called?’ I asked, sounding like a whiny, teenage girl. He didn’t respond. ‘I want you to come over here,’ he said. ‘It’s late . . . I don’t think I can see you tonight,’ I lied.