I am the wife of the vicar...I should not be doing this...but I cannot pass up the chance to be fucked by three lovely hunky guys at once...don't stop...... no matter... what I say..." She dropped to her knees and took Tom's dick in her mouth. I went over to her, pulled her on to all fours and grabbed her hips and thrust my dick all the way up her...and I fucked her like crazy, running my hands over her curves. John lay under her and sucked her tits. We were all moaning and panting with lust. As I. He wants to bury his face in my bush, he says in our chat, and after he cums in my mouth he wants to kiss me so we can share the taste of his cum. I sent him a picture of my ass framed in my new jockstrap and he responds, “I’ve always wanted to fuck a guy in a jockstrap.” This guy is hot! I got a little excited as we planned our date: I packed some lube and a condom in my bag and popped a Cialis an hour before leaving home. I told my husband I was meeting a friend for coffee.Today as he greets. Torches lit the grounds and when we landed and got inside, there were candelabras lit throughout the house. We were shown to our suite and set about getting dressed for dinner. Well, I was blown away. Gatsby couldn’t have put on anything more alluring or grand and the evening was absolutely fantastic. Yes, our friends were now into drugs where Chas and I just weren’t, there was also a lot more cross-couple flirtation than I’d remembered but it seemed innocent enough and I reminded myself that. I felt small, so weak my body didnt feel like my own. I couldnt see because of the patches, and after a short walk around the room, I had to lay back down. There was a huge weight on my chest and my walk was different. I drifted off to sleep. Weeks past and I refused to look in the mirror. I could tell there were changes in my body. I felt them, and no matter what I did, I got flashes of my new chest once the bandages were removed. Then the day came that I had to face the reality I had chosen.