No one else in the whole world ever had.What Bob called games bothered her more than the contraception. She was not above planning a little something ...herself, like preparing a meal that could wait before ambushing Bob with her bra off. But those ideas arose spontaneously, they weren't scheduled. She didn't plan beyond just having sex while Bob wanted to plan different kinds of sex.He had suggested one night a week for experiments, or games. She had agreed on the condition that she could choose. I fuck them in the ass with a strap-on dildo. I make them the bitches. It's my sweet revenge. And I simply can't get enough of it. Just ask Samuel Philogene here. He's howling like a madman as I ram my dildo into the forbidden depths of his tight asshole. I bet when he met me at that bar near the Montreal International Airport he had no idea that I swung that way. When I told him I wanted to take him to my hotel room and fuck him, he didn't know what I meant. Well, I think he does now. Don't. "No roofy needed my man - she wanted this cock, just like the others," he kept chuckling, pointing at his pants, until he felt like he was hit by a freezing wet blanket from behind. Spinning round in shock, he saw Melody standing before him, empty juice cup in her hand. "Aww fuck," he muttered, wiping juicy off his face, then put a hand out toward the high school girl. "Babe, I was just - " ASSHOLE!" Melody shrieked as loud as she could, her heart breaking. The music kept playing, but no one. The other wives would love to have you with us. I tried to get you to consider it before it got rolling but you showed no interest. I don't think I can give up my regular diet of ready sex no matter how much I love you. So the only answer is for you to swing with me."I must have looked open to convincing so Kay picked up the phone and dialed one by memory, her part of the conversation went "Hi Mary," Mary was one of the hottest wives in the neighborhood right next door to us. "I need a favor,.