The satisfaction of being in a submissive state to another man is hard (pun intended) to describe. We yield our selves to the pleasure of our man. For...the moment, we are his. We have surrendered and in so doing have declared our very confidence in our manhood by knowing that when we are done, after we have been fucked and received a deposit of nut juice in our man caves that we would still be men. I was having a cigarette when Mark walked up to me. I threw him the pack and matches and he lit. I told him that if this is what he wanted, then we should get things going. With that my husband told Jim that he should make himself comfortable, and that while he was doing that, he was going to prepare his wife for him. I just stood there, and watched Jim as he sat on the couch and removed his clothing and let them fall on the floor. As I was watching, my hubby was standing behind me, and he started to rub my breasts thru the sweat suit that I was wearing. I do not have large breasts, but my. "Actually yes I do, but you wouldn't know where it is. I will come get it."She got out of bed and put on her robe facing away from me. All that I saw was her smooth back that tapered into her nice ass and shapely hips. I couldn't stop oogling at her perfect body.I began to walk to the kitchen. A few steps out of the room Lori had caught up and she grabbed my hand. "My contacts are out. Don't let me run into anything."We walked to the kitchen. The lights were still off, but the moonlight was. The head pressed against the first bend in her bowels and scraped along it. The sensation went up to her stomach and she looked down at her exposed midriff. She swore she could see and feel a bulge in her belly pressing into the edge of the counter as if her father’s cock impaling her had misshapen her body from the inside.Marcus moved his other hand up to her neck as well and gripped her as if he was wringing the life out of her. He yanked her back toward him at the same time he thrust into.