”“So what's the problem? Jack and a lot of other guys enjoy those kinky pursuits; do them with those guys.”“We've taken it a step further. Mic...hael isn't like David. He isn't a real masochist, he doesn't want to be humiliated or abused, but he does enjoy being a cuckold and finds a little mild denial exciting.”Abby said, “Now I get it. You're playing a sex game. You're pretending that you won't do some of the things for Michael that you do for other men.”“That's right, it's a little denial. Soon, his balls slapped against her ass with every push. He moved a little and she felt his lips to hers and revolted a little at the taste of cigarette smoke and alcohol. She had her husband and strong policies about who they shared with and she realized that this was not someone she would normally fuck.“I like your cunt.” That was the first thing he had said to her and he said it again, “I like your cunt. You like fucking don’t you? Fucking whore. Say it! Say you like fucking me!” Marg took. She had never envisioned this happening. Unfortunately for her, I had thought of this so many times. I had the whole thing perfectly mapped out. I knew every way I was going to use and abuse her young body. She had no idea.I didn't have to say anything else. The smack had done its job. She looked at my face and she knew I was serious. She slowly unzipped my pants. My cock practically leapt from my pants into her hands. She seemed unsure how to handle it. It was probably the first time. They relished the warmth and intimacy of the embrace, and the evening fell still as they hugged. The sky was clear, the water calm, in the distance a marker light from another boat shined, and it remained static. Perhaps it was the boat of other lovers and they were partaking in the romance of that summer evening. The evening breeze has fallen still, the only sounds they heard were the sounds of lovers, making their own music. They kissed and tenderly held each other, being captivated by the.