I sat on the edge of the bed with my wife standing in front of me and I started kissing her. I turned her around to face John (not really his name, bu......), pulled open her lingerie and said, "how do you like these breasts? They're all real." I said to my wife "you don't mind if he feels them do you?" She was a bit apprehensive but he raised up his free hand and grabbed on to one of them and started gently playing with her nipple. I told him all the things she liked in hopes that it would. Silky panties met my hands. I found her joint wet and I rubbed her there and felt trimmed hair. She was holding my dick over my pajama. I pulled her t shirt up and felt her nipple and breast over her bra and slowly lifted her bra over her breast it was too tight and thins I was afraid it might tear. But I wanted to feel her warm skin and soft breast and tweak her nipple. I wanted to suck the breast and lick it and feel the warmth over my face. She was medium complexioned typical Indian featured. For the last two years I’ve been fucking Dan morning noon and night, at least on weekends. Week days it’s just mornings and evenings. I don’t know why, but I just can’t seem to be able to get enough cock. Fortunately for me, Danny really is a hot hunk with his solid thick nine inches and his muscle bound frame. I met him when he was doing some life guarding and the rest, they say is history. As time went on, I let him know that I needed more than one cock at the same time. I don’t know why,. Instead of releasing my hand, he raises it to his perfect mouth, placing soft little kisses along my knuckles. ‘No one sees the man I am, just the men I pretend to be.’ a hint of sadness in his voice. ‘Well, if its any consolation, I see you for who you are, Robert. Not what you do. Your not some glamorous movie star asshole, but a caring and fun loving man.’ trying desperately to cheer him up, I lift my other hand and trace his cheekbone with my finger. His eyes close momentarily, a deep sigh.