Bi B4U Troi (Cuck)

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Author

Spoiler:  Most of the conflict is from the internal struggles he doesn't want to admit.  Troi is as in Menage', but probably plural.

I'm going to play with some stereotypes here.  Cliche's, and Tropes that underpin people's assumptions on all sides.  For example, the idea that there's only 2 sides.  So, if you ever used the word "Cuck" or believe you know what that means, with regards to another man's masculinity, Trigger Warning:  This is for them, if they have the balls to read it.

This is a work of fiction.  Anything it says about people, it applies to fantasy people, where some of the assumptions were true all along.  #NotAllMen still applies.

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Charles (M Characterization, Monologue)

It used to bother me, that my wife was so attractive.  At first, I had to wonder what she saw in me, how could I be so lucky, but then.  Once we got married, settled down in a nice uptown condominium, and decided against having kids.  I got used to having such a hot wife, and enjoyed not having any children to hide our sex lives from.  Free love, and all that.  Honestly Margot just didn't want to go through all the trouble of pregnancy, child birth, and take time off for Maternity Leave.  Her career was more important, and I can certainly understand that.

Once I got used to the very idea that I was married to this beautiful woman.  I loved her, and I could believe she loved me.  She had to explain that it wasn't my looks, my body which had by then lost the trim, and muscle density of my high school football days.  The metabolism of my 20s, and as I began to soften around the middle.  She had to tell me again and again that she loved it, until I believed her.  

"You're not fat."  Caressing my hairy belly in bed.  "This is fat, but not you.  It doesn't change you, and you are the man I fell in love with.  Not this."  She kissed it, "But I do, I love this."  Sighed, "Honestly, I've been looking forward to you getting older, and watching you grow."  Giggled, "I can still feel your muscles."  Massaging it deep inside.  

I'm just happy that she didn't go through the changes that having children would have made.  To her perfect body, not the 36/24/36Ds from the playboy centerfolds.  For one thing, most of them were 5'2" if I remember.  She's 5'11" barefoot, so being a big, and tall man, I don't have to bend over as far, or kiss her on the head like a child.  With heels, we can kiss standing, and she's just about the perfect height.  I thought my taut belly would get in the way, but it doesn't.  Any more than her modest B cups did, but some men of our means would have gotten her a boob job.  If they weren't already perfect, and at 34, they still don't sag.  

Well, for another thing, she stays active.  Her job is active, and she runs.  Plays tennis, and basketball on the neighborhood women's team.  Her old cheerleader uniform still fits, and the green school colors set off her red hair like it did when I first saw her.  Met her, and started dating, kicking myself for being so lucky.  She could have been a model, and having done drama pursued acting.  She has a wonderful contralto, and perfect pitch.  It still amazes me that such a perfect creature could exist down here with us mere mortals.  Now, I can appreciate the shock, when someone meets her for the first time, or sees me with her.  

For a while, I was happy with that, but then.  I started to resent the looks she got from other men.  I'd given up on needing porn, why would I need that to beat off when I have this to come home to?  Her Scottish father, is a great big bear of a man, but I don't have red hair.  He finally came over from Inverness, for me to see his presence.  His loud boisterous laugh, and where she must have gotten it from.  A widower, he joked about "Where can you get some American hookers around heer?"  Also, thick accent, but more of a lilt, he moved back after his wife died.

The problem here is the neighborhood is Urbane, and diverse.  Not Brooklyn, but the same sort of urban development, people just don't ride around on bicycles.  So, you'd have to drive carefully, and there's not a lot of children for that matter, either.  Of course, another explanation might be all the rainbow flags, and bumper stickers around, so I joked back, "Well, the guys hang out at the brewpub down by the corner."  Hugging his daughter to me by the waist.  "I don't know their prices, but I doubt they cum cheap."

"Ahahaha!"  He grabbed his coat, "Weel, I 'ave a litle extre to travel on, but 'snow good if I don't spend it!"  And left.

She had to tell me, "Yes.  He's bisexual."

Her father.  I had to, blink?  "But he's so manly?"

"Ha, yeah.  And that's what they love about him!  My mother didn't noo."  Her accent, you don't even hear it, but it slipped back with her father heer.  After all, where she learned it.  "So, when she died, he morned, and now, he's."  That sideways nod she does, and I could never interpret, but I don't mind, because honestly I love it.  "Making up for lost time."

"Oh."

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Author

I don't usually have an actress in mind, but this morning's dream was probably tainted by finding out that Karen Gillian takes naked selfies.  So, yeah.  

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"Huh,"  I felt his shoulders, "You're tense."

He shrugged, "Karl had to call off, so I had to fill in for him."  Ever since he took over, and started managing, he didn't have to do as much physical labor.  "Hm, right there."  I just nodded, worked my way around the knot until the tension started melting away.  "Huh!  I'm getting too old for that shit."

He turned around, "My pecs."  Sat down.  On the ottoman, so I had to pull a chair.  

"Relax," even through his shirt, I could feel them twitching, but he took it off.  "Here, just let your arms hang here."  Seated is actually better for certain things.  It pulls the soft tissues down, by gravity, but I had to put his hands on his lap.  To support them, so only the elbows hung from his side, but the twitches stopped so I could feel for the underlying tension.

"He should be back tomorrow, we just have a lot of catching up.  To make up for the orders we got behind on."  Warehousing, it pays well, and they have forklifts for most of the heavy lifting, but that's Most of it.  He doesn't know his own strength, so he overdoes it, but I didn't realize how much I missed patching him up when he got home, until now.

Of course, I got into sports medicine, because honestly, I have a type.  Men, but not just athletic men.  I like football too, but I have to admit that my interest started with the kinds of men that played it.  In high school, sure you have the Quarterback, standing up there, and cocking his arm.  Pumping the ball to fake a throw, while the rest of the teams fought over an opening.  

Now, as I close my eyes to feel his muscles, deeper than I can see without the skin pulled by underlying twitches.  I don't have to think about it, in fact, going all clinical, thinking Pectoralis dorsi is as much a distraction as Looking for it, but thinking back to those first few games.  The mêlée that ensued, to decide whether he got off a pass before a defensman made it through to sack him.  The mass grunt of plastic armor crashing together, and cheering him on.

Well, the team.  Of course I was there for the team, but as I got closer on the sidelines, and got to talk to them.  Just looking at the bench, I would have picked Tivaris.  Linebacker, black but other than that.  He wasn't like a sumo-wrestler, but he certainly wasn't the heroic Adonis of the Quarterback.  Our quarterback, or any one he faced, or the defense does when the ball changed hands.

"Huh, thanks."  I felt down his biceps.  Still firm, and swollen from his lifting.  Probably boxes, but the same as curling dumbells, or a bar.  He got a workout, and the changes were pronounced enough to feel.  "You're the best."  He kissed me, and for a while, I just felt, gently gripping his arms.  To feel them flex, pull his hands up, then feel my legs.  My knees straddling his, and every time.

Every single time, I'm still grateful for not having to wait for the kids to go to bed.  "Snh!"  I just lay back in the chair, and he followed me.  His hand slipping up my hips, and almost tickling my sides.  His thumbs hooking the hem of my shirt, and brushing my obliques.  Okay, it's different when the words are sexy, to me.  Abs?  No.  Obliques?

"Huh!  Make love to me here."

It took a short break for me to get my work clothes down.  Massage therapist, and personal trainer, so we're talking about lycra shorts.  He used to be jealous of me, wearing something like that in a gym of all places, but it's a Uniform of sorts.  I need the flexibility just to demonstrate the stretches, before we even have to start spotting for them.

He's finally accepted that I'm not at all attracted to men like that.  Oddly enough, too much of a good thing.  I don't even want to imagine making love to a hunk, or a slab.  Might as well  be a statue, or carved out of wood.  Or, too fat for that matter.  Somewhere between those two is my Charles.  He's just right.

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She stopped.  I let go of her impossibly pert breasts, and let her lay down on top of me.  Panting, turning to hear her breath in my ear.  Her passionate panting, and feeling the muscular spasms inside her.  "Huh, huh!  Hhuh!"  She kissed my neck, my cheek, and slipped off.  "That was wonderful."

"Thanks," she doesn't have to tell me any more, but it's still nice to hear.  Grinning dirtily, she reached down the side for the lever, and let my legs down.  "Huh, let me make it up to you."  She slipped the condom off, and I just closed my eyes to feel the wet warmth of her mouth envelop me.

"Huh, you know the guys?  The married guys, around the neighborhood."  I've learned to enjoy it.  Sex more without the childish rush to get it over with.  The end, it's like playing football.  You like to win, but I never played to win.  I played to enjoy the game, and as I grew mature enough to appreciate it, I learned the patients to enjoy it.

Getting off means it over.

"Couples, gay couples.  You know it used to bother me, but now.  I'm thinking about it more and more."  I have a lot more free time at work, to daydream in my office.  "Huh, there's this guy.  I guess your porn, and getting hit on all the time helped."  Shake my head,  "I'm a bear, and he broke up with his boyfriend.  He was heartbroken, and he cried, but something about seeing a guy like that.  So vulnerable, and heart broken, I couldn't help thinking he's single now."

"Smooch!  Huh!"  She turned it aside, between my belly, and the top of my thigh.  "What kind of guy?  You said a gay guy, but.  What's he like?  What do you like about him?"

"Well, he's a hunk, honestly.  I know how you feel about it, but he's not stuck up about it.  I just have to wonder how you would feel about that.  Me having sex with a guy like that."  I'm lucky to even have a wife that I can talk to about it.

"Curtis?"  She guessed, then turned sideways between my legs to lick my balls, and suck in my scrotum to pinch, and roll back and forth between her lips.

"Huh, no.  You don't know him.  Carl, from work."

"Smp!  Hah, huh!  You didn't tell me he was gay."

"That's why he missed work the other day.  Family crisis he told me, but today, he told me all about it, and he cried."  Shake my head.  "I never wanted a man before, so much, but I didn't think it would be fair to.  So, I decided to ask you first, but.  He's always had the hots for me, and he never tried to hide it.  Huh, what's it like?"

"Hm?"

"Oh, sorry.  Sucking dick."  And balls, and all the other stuff, caressing my balls with her fingers when she's sucking the dick, and pumping the spit slicked shin with her hand while she's sucking my balls, she loves it, and i know the gays love it too.  "Hhuh!"

"Oh, hah!"  She held it up.  So it shot hot, and wet to run down my tummy, and hungrily licked it from my curls.

"Hhuh!"  I couldn't shoot it high enough to hit my face.  All over my face from being up here.  Right in front of me, standing over me where I can suck his balls while he jacks off, all over my face.  "Snh!"

"Mhn!'  She finished cleaning it up, and smiled, with her mouthful.  Standing up, bent over to turn her head, and kiss me.  So I could taste it on her breath.  my cum, and swallow it sliding off her tongue.  "Huh, one way to find out.  I just want you to be happy."

"I know, me too."

"So, I guess it's about time I meet this Carl for myself, but if you want my permission."  She nodded, "On one condition."  held up a finger with that dirty little grin.  "I want to watch."

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Author

It really depends on which one's more important.  His jealousy, or internalized homophobia.  That's what determines which one he grows past first.

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I was a Drama queen, in high school.  As much as I wanted to hide in the locker room, I was behind the scenes.  On stage, but pulling ropes, and moving props between scenes, while the Actors took their marks, and waited for their cueues.

I can act, though.  The tricky part about a 3 way is making sure we all get to satisfy our fantasies.  I just wanted him, and thought it was just wishful thinking.  My boss, but you know married men?  He had insecurities, and though I had thought I'd caught glances out of the corner of my eye...

I work in a warehouse, and my co-workers are the same kinds of guys you'd expect to find on a job site.  Let's just say I couldn't be myself.  I don't mince, prance, or lisp, but my natural speaking voice.  I sound a lot less suspicious if I try to sound deeper.  Older, more gruff, and laugh along with all the gay jokes.  Or racially offensive, sexist...  You get the idea, but i was able to open up with Lucky.

That's not his real name, but the one he chose, for this scene in particular.  I have to bend, squat, and lift as part of my job, just have to make sure it doesn't look like a comeon.  Which isn't to say he didn't check out my ass, a lot, I just thought I was imagining it.

So anyway, long story short I was heartbroken, lonely, and broke down the moment he asked me what was wrong.  To my surprise, he turned out to be caring, understanding, and more than I could ever hope, "Curious?"

"Well," he let out a good chuckle, "I'm pretty sure I'm bisexual now.  You don't have to have sex with a man to know that you're gay?"

"Oh no," I admitted, "I knew for years before I was finally able to come out, and get laid."

"Huh, well i was lucky enough to have my eyes opened for me.  Slowly, gradually, all the things i was afraid of happened, without it killing me, or.  I don't know, it seems silly now, to think what all I was afraid of."

"Rejection?"

"Honestly?  Being attractive.  I've never felt attractive my whole entire life, even my wife had to keep telling me until I finally believed it."

In his office, he just had to turn his head, to the photo of them in high school.  In uniform, she held his helmet, and her red hair was braided back into tails behind her ears.  She's pretty, I'd seen her when she'd come to pick him up, and take him for whatever part he needed.  His car broke down, or wouldn't start in the parking lot, but i didn't stick around.  "I guess I just had to hear it from men.  Gay men, and to even hear it, i had to get over my latent homophobia."

"Well, I'm glad you did, but you've never really been with a man before?"

I never even considered it, and I've never been attracted to another man before, either.  That I'm aware of."

"Denial isn't just a river in Egypt."

"There's a river in Egypt?  I thought it was all desert, and pyramids.  That's why only mummies live there."

"Uh?"  His straight face broke into a grin, and a chuckle.  "Ahahahahah!"

"Yeah.  So, that's why I'm so glad you turned out to be gay."

"Oh, yeah?"  I can't believe this is really happening.  I'd pinch myself if it weren't for the fact that it's absolutely nothing like the way I would write it.  Or you know, the way I always wrote it before.

"Yeah, you know you have a terrific body.  You really don't work out?"

"If I have to work out after work, I'm not working hard enough."

"Well, all your hard work payed off.  I get hard, just watching you work, sometimes.  But, I have to ask my wife first."

So, we went to the gym.  Not my fantasy, but at least between them, they had a locker room, or 2 we could use.

We just had to wait for her to close it up, and change into her uniform...

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Author

I don't know if I mentioned it before, here, but I'm a sex worker/therapist.  So, this is loosely based on the clients I had last night.  only the names/situations/characters changed to protect the legally culpable.  (Prostitution is just as criminal for them, and they have more to lose than I.)

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"Huh!"  He was waiting in the locker, and I already had the top of my uniform down to my waist when I opened the door to find him.  Grinning, "Uh!"  I slapped him, and covered myself.  "Little creep!"  Pulled up the straps, turned away.

"What the hell is going on in here?"

"There's a pervert in my locker and he's got his dick out!"  It wasn't even hard yet!

"Coach, I.  Uh!?"

"Huh?" 

And, cut? 

"Uh?"  I just dropped my arms, my jaw, and watched.  My husband, fall to his knees, and dive face first into the hardon.

"Uh, fuck!"  His gay employee slapped the lockers, so he didn't fall back in.  His shoulders broad enough that he had to turn sideways to step in and out, but all I can do is shake my head in disbelief.

"Awom schluh huh!  Uh fuck, huh!"  It popped up to bounce off his abs, while my husband dove in deeper to suck both balls.  "Wowlowlow.  Smop!"

"Woah, wow.  Slow down there.  Uh, tiger.  Jesus!  I can't even feel it if you don't give me half a chance.  Here." 

"Huh, your right.  I knew I would love cock, but.  Huh, even I never imagined!"

"Uh," I feel faint.  "I need."  the bench, "There."  Shaking my head doesn't help the dizziness of finally seeing my husband.  My Charles with another man, and loving it.

"I'm sorry.  I want to suck you off.  Can you show me how?"

"Sure."  He patted his head, "Just slow down.  There."  he nodded, "That's good, yeah.  Just like that now use your tongue.  You don't have to suck it, just rub it with your tongue.  Yeah, you're getting the hang of it."

"You love that big hard cock in your mouth."  My head finally cleared, and wrapped itself around the reality of what I was seeing.  Enough to stand up, thank god I had on high tops, instead of heels, but seriously?  He was so reluctant to even consider the issue, I thought he might protest too much, but suspecting that, and actually seeing it in action are 2 completely different things!

"Huh, I can't believe it, I'm close.  Fuck, I've always wanted to do this.  Ever since the first time I saw you, nh huhN!  Ngrh!"  He beat off, but for fucks sake, I have never, Ever seen him so happy. 

The look of bliss on his face, the moans, and "Mhhhh!  Snh, Mmmmn!"  His eyes closed, and his lips tight.  He sucked them in, biting them.  Knowing he can't taste it.  I'm sorry, but he's an untested, active homosexual male, and I have never liked facials.  i know he does, and I put up with it for him to eat me out. 

I love a good blowjob, and the hot satisfying gushes of spunk in my mouth, but even in pornos, it seems like such a waste 1, and 2, how could anyone, ever enjoy that so much?

"Huh, huh fuck.  HhuhHhuh!"  he wiped it off with his shirt.  "God, it feels like I never had real sex before!"

"Ahm?"

"Oh, oh sorry.  I'm so sorry sweetheart."

"Wash off your lying filthy faggot face.  Get in there!  Hit the showers, sport."

"Uh, I'm gonna go."  Pulling his pants back up.

"Yeah, you better run, pussy.  I don't want any chance of his filthy spunk inside me when you eat me out, mister!  You got what you wanted?  Huh?  You satisfied now, you fucking fairy?  Because I didn't get SHIT!  Out of that!"

"I'm s'sSsorry."

"Oh, don't cry, baby.  Oh, there there.  You'll make it up to me, right?"

"Snh?"  He nodded.

"Good, good.  Just scrub off your face, real good first.  Then meet me in the locker room, where I'll be waiting..."

God, this is so fucking hot, I can hardly wait!

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"Huh, sph!"  I'm not gay, am I?  Honestly, as long as I've been thinking about it.  And not thinking about it, and trying not to.  "Sphfuh!  You looking at my dick?"

I never had a flashback before, but this is what it feels like.  It wasn't traumatic, but, you know.  The locker room, fantasy.  "Yeah," that must be the trigger.  "I was."  Just so afraid, and as a freshman they were always so much bigger than me.  Well, not all of them.  

Just the ones I looked at, but even if that wasn't the first place I saw a foreskin.  "That was it."  As soon as I saw it, he's not circumsized, that's what turned me into a cockhungry slut, just like that.  I couldn't get it in my mouth fast enough, and oh my god.  When the skin rolled back, and filled my mouth with the most incredible flavor, I wanted to swallow it whole.

"Huh!"  As bad as I want to jerk off right now, and gulp down a nice handful of it.  "Huh!"  That facial, "HhuhH!  God, damn."  I could never even jerk off, and get it all over my face like that.  If I was lucky, maybe the first shot would shoot far enough, and I didn't miss, but that's it.  I tried it up side down, but that hurt my neck, and my belly got in the way.  Well, the way it hangs up, so I can get my arm down there was pretty neat, but.  "HuhHhuhH!"  Not like that.

I'm teasing myself now, I know that.  She's probably pacing out there, right now, and I want to, face her.  "I just don't know any more."  Welp, one way to find out.  "Huh, I can do this."  She was just acting, "Jealous?"

"Huh, why do you think, ever in a million years I could ever be jealous of that, boy?"  She's not homophobic, not at all, but how much of that was an act?  I cried, that wasn't an act, she brought me to tears, and I knew she would follow the script, I just had no idea how much it wold hurt to hear it.

"What's wrong, big boy.  You can't get it up any more, or were you jerking off in there, too?"

"No, snh!  I swear, I saved myself for you."

"Well, you made me wait, so bend over.  No, don't use the bench, grab your ankles.  You LEFT me!  Un SATisfied, for 20!  Whole MINutes!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Huh, well.  All right.  As long as you've learned your lesson.  Awe, don't cry, baby.  It's all right."

"Snh,"

"As long as you make it up to me, but."  She breathed on my ear.  'huhHhuhH!  i'm, so horny.  God, watching you gobble up the cock like that, did you like it?"

"Oh yeah.  I loved it."

"You want to suck him off at work now.  Again and again?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Yeah, I can tell."  I was starting to recover, the blood swelling my dripping dick to fatten, and stand out, while she rubbed my tummy, and groped it.  "You want to fuck him, too.  I bet, you just can't wait to feel his tight muscular ass, clench around it until you sink into the hilt.  Balls to balls."

"Huh, yeah."

"Ladies first.  Did you wash your crack out?"

"Oh, no!"

"Okay, don't run away yet, there's plenty of time for that later," and then it clicked.  Another flashback, and even as she walked around.  Bent over, her pale pink cheeks swinging, and shaking together.  Like her breasts, but more than her breasts.  Without the nipples of course, but her hands pulled them open to reveal the deep tender pucker.

"Huh!"  The same pink as her puffy nipples, and her lips filled with the flush of desire.  Her cheeks, I mean on her face, darkening so the freckles seem to fade, but she doesn't have to tell me.

I want nothing more than to fall down, and bury my face in her warm buttery cheeks.  "Mwolowoolol!"

"Uh, huh!  Yeah, get it nice and wet so you can fuck it.  Huh, ah, fuck me.  Fuck me now like a man.  Fuck me up the ass like your faggot."

"Uh," I fumbled with the rubber.

"I'm your wife god damnit!  Forget that shit, and get inside me.  Nuh!  Ow, slow down, ngh, fuck!"

"Huh!"  I closed my eyes, and every slap of her hand on my cheeks.  

"Owh ah ahn nah AH!"

"Huh, yeah, nghm FUCK!  Huh!  HuhHhHhH!"

"Huh, uh.  Fuck.  Was that it?"

"Snh, huh!"  I nodded.  "Snh, so, sSs, shit.  I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry."

"Huh! I guess it was a little too much to ask.  For you to control yourself.  The first time you got to fuck like you always wanted, huh?  Does it look all right?"

"Do you feel sore, at all?"  I don't know what to look for.

"Nghm, a little.  Huh, I guess it's not as bad as the first time.  I don't think I like it.  Anal."  She shook her head.  "You better eat me out, and fingerbang me until I get off, but.  Huh, that was pretty fucking hot."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, now shut up, and get back to work."

Now that I have a chance to think.  There was something, a minute ago.  For a moment there, I got it, but what was it?

"Nh, no.  Huh, 3."

I nodded, pulled out to add another finger, and went back to tongueing out her clit.  What did she say?  I have time to figure it.  "Owh, yeh, lllilililih?"

"Yeah yeah.  Just like that."

Something about time, there'll be time for that later...  So, what?  Was it.  Right, we were sitting back, and she put on a movie.

"I don't need porn," I reminded her, but.

"No, this isn't to get you horny, I just want to show you something.  See, Cuckholds aren't humiliated.  Well, they don't have to be, some of them seem to like it."

I don't.

"But this is one of the kinds I want you to see.  It doesn't have to be like that, but just watch.  If you can't see it, then they explain it afterwards."  

Amateur couple, and a porn star.  I guess, I don't know him by name, I never really followed any porn stars.  Just the playmate of the month, but now I know that I didn't want to see any with dick in it.  

I didn't want to see any dick, not because I feel inadequate.  Not any more, I just had to hear the truth.  The bigger it is, the more work it takes for her to get ready to take it.  No matter how many times a woman fucks, we're talking about an opening that's designed to pass a human being.  Yeah, maybe a baby, but you think she was calling me crybaby?

Never mind, I don't even have to think about hand and mouth any more, but I need to catch this thought before it escapes me, so skip ahead to the end.  Of the video, or really that scene, because it's 4 hours of amateur action, but what did he say?

"My wife, she may be with other men, and it's hot to watch.  Especially that guy."

"Mrh yeah!  He fucks like a thoroughbred racehorse."

"Hahaha, honey?  When did you fuck a horse?"

They laughed together, and honestly, it was just nice to watch them.  Sitting together, and holding each other affectionately, after a 2 man gangbang.  Is that even a gangbang?  I don't know, but first he watched him fuck her, with that big ass cock, and then he came to bed, and made love to her.  

I saw that right away.  The pornstar fucked her, fucked the hell out of her, but then it was loving, and beautiful, and romantic.  She didn't fake an orgasm, she didn't have to and he pulled out.  I would have liked to see at least 1 facial.  The porn star wore a rubber, but at least her husband got some on her tits.  And panting tummy.  I like that too.

"Huh, he can fuck me, but he can't have me."

"Yeah, she went black, but then she came back."

That's it.  How could I be so stupid, it seems so obvious now!

I was so worried about what if she runs away with him?

What if she doesn't?

That's how it makes their marriage stronger.

"Hah, hah, hah!  Yeah!"

Oh, better pick up the pace, she's getting close!

I bet nobody knows how to do this better than me.

"Nh yeah yeah yeah!  Yeah?  Yrhyhyhyhyhn!  NGHM!"

I slowed down, plunging my fingers in and out, and curled them.  Hooking deeper, and deeper, feeling for the elusive bead by the twitches the spasms made in the soft flesh around it.

"NGRAHHHH!"

There it is.

"NGHM!"  She started shaking, her shivers turning into shudders, turning into thrashing so I hard to hold her to keep her from flopping off the narrow bench between the lockers.

Full body orgasm.  The G-spot, gets her every time.

"Hhuh!'  She curled up when I pulled out.  Hugged her knees, so I held her to keep her from rolling off.  One side or the other until she could breathe again.

Yeah, I'm bisexual.  I don't know what I was so worried about in the first place.

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