”I do as I am told. The apartment is quiet and lonely. I lay on our bed and try to wait for her. This is not right! She can’t treat me like this! ...When she gets back I will confront her! There is no way I can sleep. The anger won’t let me.At about 6 am I hear the door to our apartment open. Here goes!But then I hear voices. Great God! She has brought him back home! The thought immobilizes me once again. I remember how she clamped my cock and can’t help getting erect again!They stumble into the. He had worked here for several years when he came home one evening and confessed to his wife that he had a terrible temptation: he wanted to put his penis into the cutter pickles. His wife suggested he go see a ther****t to talk about it, but Bill said he would be too embarrassed. He vowed to fight this one temptation. One day a few weeks later, Bill came home. That woman saw immediately that something was wrong."What's wrong Bill?", She asked."You remember my fantasy you about the cutter. She said I want to hear him moaning and saying things like fuck me harder, fuck me harder, then watch him reach behind himself and hold that other guys balls as they empty themselves into his ass. She said if I could see that I would fuck them both for days and days cause that would be a lifelong fantasy off my list of things to witness. So here we are three months later entering the Tree Tops hotel in a suburb of Charleston, South Carolina. The arraignments had been made and the stage was set,. And you..." said the blonde in a honey soft voice, "must beSteve." She placed a hand upon his crotch as she reached his side.Little Steve answered in the affirmative by pitching a tent in Steve'spants. The brunette smiled at that. She reached up and pulled Steve'shead down into a deep kiss. The blonde reached down and pulled down thezipper on Steve's pants. She reached in with one hand and gave a gentletug on his cock. Steve groaned in his throat. The brunette broke off thekiss, drawing a.