A whole hour passed before a thought crossed my mind — a thought that should have come an hour ago. Who is she? I took the copy of the letter out o...f my purse and held my breath before opening it to read again. I scrolled through the letter, going over the disgusting details again. I had a lump in my throat as I read. I felt jealous and sick when it came to the part about what they did on the night of my wedding. I finally made it to the end of the letter which closed with, Your secret lover .. I am an average white male, so I thought, who has been out of the loop since my wife left me several months ago. My sex life with her was so-so at best, although I did supplement it on the side on occasion. But lately I had been fantasizing on what it would be like to please a man, to be used by him, and be rewarded for my efforts. I had been looking at a lot more porn than usual lately, and I was always drawn to the cum shot and blow job sections of the sites I frequented.Being only average. When she finally let me go, I came up gasping for air but pleased beyond measure. Using my arms, I eased my body up over hers until I felt my penis touch her vaginal opening. It would have been easy to just thrust up and penetrate her quickly but we were in no rush. I let her take control at that point and she grinned wickedly even as she shivered and shook with the ecstasy of the actual penetration she was dictating with gradual downward thrusts of her hips. When her pubic bone thudded wetly. Smooth, yet bumpy from the thick veins that road mapped up and down it. My jaw was extended to the max due to his girth, and I thanked God he wasn’t too long. Gagging on him would have done me in. He settled into a slow, steady rhythm as he fucked my mouth. Between thrusts, when his nut sac covered my eyes, I could glance over and watch as Inge and Karen swapped my load, letting it drool on their chins and breasts and licking off the congealing cream. I found myself strangely turned on by the.