”“And what is the real issue?” asks Kyle.“This whole stupid system! It’s cruel and inhuman, and it has to be changed. Carl convinced many of... us on Crossroads he can disrupt things to the point where the system will have to be changed.”“And what would you like to see changed?” asks Sharon.“We spend years taking care of our Hero. In many cases we’re more of a wife to the Hero than his real wife at home, if he has one. We comfort, heal, and help them plan missions. On each mission we live in fear. Fine, if they wanted to play, I would play. Putting on my most winning smile, I open the door, finger still on the trigger.---------------------------Missy, bitch though she may be, had thought of everything. I found myself sashaying down the hallway fairly oozing self-confidence. I look good. Low slung jeans cling to every curve and a tight fitting tank top shows perhaps a little more cleavage than socially acceptable. My hair has been styled chic short and a slightly abundant amount of. “What are you laughing at?” I asked"I’m sorry. It’s just that your toenails are really funny looking!”, Sandy chuckled.“Very amusing” I replied."OK, turn over," she requested. My dick was gigantic by now and Sandy couldn't stop looking at it. Even as she massaged my shoulders and chest she kept staring at my dick.She got down to my stomach and started to go a little lower, but stopped. I grabbed her hand and thrust it down on to my dick which made her gasp. "This, too?" she asked."Yup," I. So at the age of 29 after seven years of marriage, when my husband and I felt it was time to add some spice to our lives and it wasn't a huge jump for me to think about making my secret fantasy a reality. My husband, Larry, after looking at all the stuff I'd downloaded for the past year or so seemed very aroused by interracial sex, and wife sharing in general. We had fantasized about having one or another black man I knew in a threesome many times when we fucked.Then one day Larry began.