“Okay. We can go on a walk and find something to do. Saturday?”“Saturday works for me,” I confirmed.“Okay, sounds good,” Morgan replied qu...etly. “I’m going to go now.”“Yeah, I should get going too,” I replied. As Morgan started to walk away, I added, “Thanks!”“For what?”“I dunno. Wanting to go out with me.”Morgan did that popular girl thing where they smile with a confused or slightly shocked expression. It looked confused, but it felt like it was done because she liked me, in a ‘you’re so. My own prick throbbed, stiffening still more, and my balls roseinside my tightening scrotum. My anus fluttered, and I--"No!" I cried, horrified.What the hell was I thinking? What was I imagining? What was wrong withme?I was no faggot, I told myself. I'd never thought of being with anotherman the way a woman is with a man. I had no interest whatsoever inmembers of my own sex, even those as handsome and virile as Brad lookedin Tammy's photograph of him.I felt disgusted.And ashamed.And aroused.No!. On this paricular evening she dressed very sexy, black pleated skirt, stockings and garter belt, blue silky/lace panties annd matching low cut bra, my wife is around 5.6, slim, nice legs and long dark hair,and looked great in her black stilletoes, we had been at the party for about 2 hours, we both had a fair amount to drink, we had a bottle of wine at the hotel before we came to the party, anyway around 1pm my wife was very dipsy so I took her up to one of the spare bedrooms, the room had a. I cried out in ecstasy as both cockheads were shoved brutally into my both orifices. The intensity brought me to an orgasm…My whole body convulsed and I heard my voice was a mix of a cry, a shriek, a laugh, a sigh and a moan… a song all at once. The orgasm passed and my body fell limp and exhausted; my arms were hanging down the back of the second man; my face resting on his head and my bottom supported only by their both cocks, driven deep into my both holes by my falling…They lowered me and I.