”“Mmmm. Okay. You know I worry about you. There have been too many science fiction stories about people who play a game, but when they die in the ...ame they really die. I don’t believe it, but it still gives me gooseflesh.”“Well, tell me what you’re doing tonight,” I suggested. English Literature was always good for calming the turmoil.“I’m pretending to teach Twentieth Century American Literature while disguising the fact that I’m doing basic language development for Adult ESL students.”“So. “Ooooohhhh,” she groans as it irritates her swollen bud of nerves. At the same time I’m rubbing the spongy head of my cock up and down her inflamed pussy lips… her thick juice coating the tip. Then, with one unannounced thrust, I grip her hips and drive my cock deep inside her cunt.“UNNNGGGHHHH,” she grunts as I bury myself in her until my pubic bone mashes against the base of the butt plug, driving it even deeper into her rectum. Then I begin fucking her… hard, violently, mercilessly. My. I picked up a man named John and brought him back here. He fucked me while Chad was fucking you.” We had often talked about her fucking other men and used it in role play. I could not believe she actually did it. There was a moment of slight jealously followed by the excitement that my wife had fucked another man. I leaned forward and licked her swollen pussy. She jumped with the tingling sensation. After a few moans from my pussy licking she said, “We left you something. John planted a. I had a couple lengths of rope, a roll of duct tape, and a handkerchief, that is all that's needed.Here I was, parked down the block with a clear view of her house, waiting for that little bitch to come home. I was enjoying the dark silence in the car entertaining the thoughts of all the twisted shit I'm going to do to this sixteen year-old bitch. I was imagining her tied up on the bed, gagged, looking up at me with true fear in her eyes as I started around to her back..headlights..she's here,.