She said I told him I have a cuckold husband at home and the only time he gets to see and touch my female parts is when I allow him to do the new ring.... Oh man I said, I'm glad I don't know him . She asked why are you ashamed of being a cuckold husband to me? Oh no sweetheart I answered , I'm proud to be your cuckold. She said proud enough to get the word Cuckold tattooed over your little bitty pee pee? Ummm well I stammered. She said OK wise guy get my rings put in and we are going to have a. “Yeah, I know what you mean,” Lucy giggled, “ and you’re right. Another couple would make things easier, especially if you and I are going to kick these swamp rat’s asses!” Denise started to sprint back to the blanket, and the trio of close friends. When she got back, she plunked herself down next to Ted, and joined the other three as they watched Roger and Lucy making eyes at each other, almost lost in a world of their own.“Looks like your idea paid off,” Marsha whispered to her friend, “I. To help. Her.After our patron concert posted Saturday night and we’d had a very laid-back chat with patrons, Cindy had gone a little wild, demanding attention from all our girlfriends before wearing my cock to a stub up her ass. I’d been sore on Sunday, but for some reason, every time she pushed her tush up against me now, I hardened.We got through the day and Wednesday she survived the second half of the test. We’d find out the results in a few weeks when they expected Cindy to register for. She did fit right in my lap. I thought she would, so that wasn't a surprise. What was a surprise though was that she seemed to be a mighty aggressive woman who was both femme and barely five feet tall.Her name was Nan. I had met her after a concert by the city's Symphony Orchestra, where she occupied the position of first flute. I had enjoyed a solo performance she had done as well as meeting her after the concert and having a very pleasant chat. It was only after I got home that night that I.