“Of course,” she smiled at me, “just spit on my ass a few times and it will go just fine. Your dick is surely lubricated enough already.”She s...ure was right about that, my prick was dripping with pre-cum. I simply did as she told me. I spit on her ass a couple of times and rubbed my saliva in her butt hole with my fingers until it felt as wet as her cunt. I put my hands on her buttocks, pushed my stiff prick against her sphincter and carefully tried to push it in. To my surprise, my cock slid in. Her mother’s body bucked and heaved. Pussy juices gushed down her thighs, coating the clothespins in her cunt cream. That tangy passion filled my nostrils.Her moans echoed through the room. It was so incredible. I loved it. My pussy clenched as Mrs. Armstrong kept proving how much of a pain-slut she was. It was incredible. I once thought this woman was the most prudish cunt on the planet.She was a kinky whore.“Ooh, Daddy,” Stefani purred, standing up, “looks like Mommy disobeyed you again. She. Their get togethers would be followed by my having sloppy seconds with my wife. From there we branched out, after about 2 years, to include other guys, and to have the encounters with me there (me plus one guys and my wife, and 2 times with 2 guys and my wife - never any other women). So why does this still turn me on when having sex with or fantasizing about my wife? Well, the sheer numbers - my fantasy was of her as a true slut, porn star, or professional whore.And she pretty much engaged in. "You're naturally obedient. I'll train you to obey me not just because you want to but because you must. You'll appreciate the difference. We will pursue an erotically charged marriage while, in the end, keeping ourselves only unto each other 'til death we do part, as they say. We won't limit our eroticism to ourselves, I'm sure there will be men and women we bring into our games, but their participation will be strictly limited. You'll learn as we go but you needn't worry. I will never.