My wife pushed out a joyful grunt. She liked having so many cocks around her. Her cunt was probably wet enough now, so Joachim began to push his cock ...in. He began to fuck her first with gentle, then with hard bumps doggy. With his right hand, he repeatedly hit her cheeks and screamed, “Did you like that whore? I’ll fuck you hard and brutally, you bitch!” My wife adapted to his rhythm while she continued to lick and jerk off the other cocks. Suddenly Joachim pulled out his cock. It was several weeks ago that I’d first stumbled on that BDSM site, and ever since then I’d not stopped looking at it. Again and again I’d half thought of registering and leaving some sort of message on the Forum pages, but goodness, I was a married woman, respectable, and not at all like that.I felt so lustful. Yes, I’ll do it.My finger hesitated over the ‘submit’ link, but then I clicked it.I sat there for a brief moment before then leaving a single line on the forum page.It was the next day. Lee had left for home an hour earlier. She enjoyed his company, but he had stayed long enough. She had found herself wishing that she’d had more time with John on the phone, even that Lee hadn’t come over at all, but that felt like an awful, ungrateful thing to think. Lee was her friend. Someone who had always been there for her despite the distance, and she certainly didn’t want to lose that. If she did move back here they would most likely see a lot of each other. As just friends, of course.. Perhaps she’s as nervous as I am. My hand is smarting under the gauze that she applied, lovingly, as if I were a sparrow with a broken wing that had just rebounded off the windscreen of her car. Why the fuck is she here? My heart is still bearing the scar from where she split it that time. That last time in the city when I was with her, in the snow. When the trees were bending under their cold burden and I was breaking under mine. I don’t think she even noticed. She stretches hugely and puts.