God, Tuck was magnificent. Why Meg would cheat on him was beyond me. Iloved lying in his arms. I loved making love to him. I loved waking himup with a...soft blow job. Call me gay; I don't care.It's funny. I remembered the jealousy I felt the first time Tuck hadkissed Meg. Now, I felt the same sensation when Meg kissed Tuck. I stillthought Meg was gorgeous, but my affections were for that sweet man, hersecond cuckold.One night, as they were having dinner, and I was pouring drinks, Tuckturned to. She took her time working her dickinto me. She began talking to me."That's it. Doesn't that feel so good? You loved getting fucked, yes?"Jill gave a quick thrust, plunging fully inside of me."Put your legs up in the air and look at your pretty legs. I am glad youleft those sexy shoes on. You are so hot and smooth."Jill ran her hands over my body. I was on fire feeling pleasure I hadnever experienced before. I looked at my feet, out and up in the air, andsaw a sexy woman's legs. Jill started. But alone he could picture sexual acts that some people wouldn't dare indulge in, and to a level of realism that betrayed the truth. He had done these things, like so few others, and loved doing them to the point of obsession; like any number of boys his age would binge Netflix or Xbox games.His toes curled as each slippery stroke sent seething waves of pleasure from the tip of his penis and to the other end of every corresponding nerve. Blowing hard he bent his knees and lifted his hips off. One of which really interested me — their ultraconservative PAC, RightWorld. And Sarah seemed to be the main player there, although with the secrecy that family maintained, it was hard to be certain.Constance had told me, “The kids are picking up where Charles and David left off. They work hard — long hours. But more than that, they work smart. Don’t underestimate Sarah, Winter.”It’s odd, interesting I guess, how two people can look at the same thing and see two completely different.