And so, day after day, I went to my secret spot, each day becoming just a bit more daring, more uninhibited in what I would do for him.And as I lay on... my chaise stroking myself, caressing my breasts, burying three fingers deep inside myself, I tried hard to envision Kevin, up in the treehouse, working his lovely young tool, spewing his semen. I wanted to see it. I had to.One day, I went to the camera store and bought a small telescope and tripod, and set it up in my bedroom on the second floor,. I tried to get back to my chores, but my mind was never far from that letter. It’s not every day a wife gets told her husband wants to share her with others. I took out my tablet and googled “Wittol."It said: “Noun: wittol (plural wittols) (archaic) A man who knows, condones, and even encourages his wife's enjoyment of coitus with another man or men: a contented cuckold.”That had to be one of the most bizarre things I'd ever read. It made no sense. What could a husband get out of his wife. My stiff cock stood straight up and pointed at the ceiling, alert. She jumped onto the bed and straddled me. At thirty-seven, she had slept with her fair share of men, and she knew exactly what she wanted. Their tongues intertwined and I took off her t-shirt. Now, we both were bare fleshed, sweating, dry humping on a still-made bed. I started sucking on Neeta’s nipples they hardened at the touch and I began to play with them using my tongue. I squeezed and prodded her breasts, which were. Martha will do it give her your address and tell her when". "Where and when on Friday", I asked "oh christ you don’t know, Your old house. I bought it through the agent" said Steph. Fuck I saidPart 2Martha, turned up at the appointed time, with a bag of tricks. I had showered, she suggested the bed and I found towels. On my back first Martha directed and started by trimming the bush and then soaping up the general area, pulling and holding the skin she shaved the underpants area including the.