This was one perversion that had never appealed to me. I was not gay!He gently pushed me to the floor, so that I was on all fours before his wife; the..., sitting behind me on a small stool, reached through my legs and pulled my penis back through my legs.He skilfully stroked me to full erection as I gazed hungrily at his wife’s lovely exposed legs.Soon, she revealed her stocking tops and began to adjust the garters.“They all like this, don’t they, Caroline!?”“Yes, just look at him. He can’t. It did not take us long to begin a conversation and soon we found ourselves at the juice bar attached to the gym getting to know one another better. She told me that her name was Anita and she was instructor of French language in the college of arts and sciences and her husband was working in a local construction company. I had learnt French in school and junior college back in India and, importantly, I had done a diploma at the alliance franchise in India due to which I was quite ok in my. As quickly as this thought popped into my head Jay said, "Makin all that noise I'm gonna have to stuff that mouth."I thought he meant more ass to mouth with his cock, or maybe a gag. I felt a depression on the bed in front of me. 'What the fuck? Jay's behind me. What was that?' I raised my gaze a couple inches to see another rock hard BBC. Not as large as Jay's, but it must've still been 7 or 8 inches. I looked up and saw Tom looking down at me salivating next to his cock. Without. The truth was I spent my evenings in such ecstasy that my screams echoed all over Baltimore. At least that’s how it seemed to me. But it went beyond physical. We joined mentally and spiritually every single time. I felt my soul wrapping itself up in his more and more. He made love to my mind with his. And in between, we would lay tangled up together and we talked. I knew him so well, and he knew all there was to know about me. There were no secrets, just complete acceptance. It humbled me that.