.although I've always wanted her to. It's always been my secret fantasy to see my hot, blonde wife walk around totally naked in front of a group of my... friends, acting like a total slut.I actually told her about my fantasy several times, hoping she'd like the idea. But she never took me up on it, so I didn't push it...preferring instead to be happy with what I had...a hot wife, who didn't mind wearing just a shirt and panties in front of my friends.I knew that was a lot more than many men had. I was leaking cum from both holes and he was attracted to that smell and taste. Normally with King, I am anxious to be fucked by him, to feel and experience the uniqueness of his cock and knot inside me. This time was a bit different. I could use the soothing stimulation his tongue he brought to my well-used pussy. He didn’t delay long, though. He bounced onto my back and I felt his cock probing at my ass. I was slower than normal with him but my hand did slip between my legs to assist him in. Fuck you for loving Cait more. And fuck you because I still love you and I don't want to.”And Cait said “Lucy, listen. My dad...” but Lucy was still looking at me and I said “I couldn't...”And she said “'I just don't love you anymore, Lucy'. See, it's not hard. Just say it.” And I said “No, I...” and she said “Because you say that to people, you don't just disappear” and I said “I know, but...” and she said “You don't just put people through hell like that” and I said “I know, I'm sorry.”And. “All right, wolf boy, move over and pull back the covers.”“What are you doing?” Tristan looked confused.“What does it look like?” She placed her hand on her hip. “I’m gonna sleep next to you because there’s no way in hell I’m leaving you alone tonight.”She felt no shame in her visible indecency. Her body was flawless, her skin was soft and creamy, and her globes of flesh would have fit perfectly in Tristan’s hands (had he made the attempt to reach for them and find out for himself). He had.