I so filled with lust that my mind was foggy with it and I couldn’t even think clearly. I was seeing things that I had only fantasized and dreamed a...bout seeing!Then the guy reached over and begin to squeeze the bulge in my pants saying, “Would you like to do something like that?”, And pointing to a full-page spread close-Up of a nice-looking muscular man with another man’s cock in his mouth and sperm dripping from his lips and smeared all over his tan face.I was so scared but I wasn’t thinking. .. sorry, Lisa, nothing against him, but he's a minister, and do you honestly picture me being a pastor's wife? I'm far too kinky to be a good wife in the traditional sense. I much prefer dominating people like Jonathan and having somewhat more equal, if still kinky, arrangements with the likes of you."I'm really a Domme at heart, I'll cop to that, but even a dominant type needs a good dose of old-fashioned sex with a more independent man or woman now and then. Yeah, I'm a natural Top. I'm. I looked at him and he looked scared out of his wits. To bad for me I said, looks like you are getting all the pussy tonight. He killed his beer and said is this for real. I took his empty and as I walked towards the kitchen I said oh it's real. I took a little extra long time to get the beer to give them a chance to get started. When I can back in the den Tim was setting on the couch and Andrea was on her knees between his out stretched legs. She had her hand wrapped around his cock. She said. We’re great ones for flirting and fun and my wife does get a lot of attention from both men and women, but this was different. She told me from the moment she saw him she felt a tight ball of excitement in her chest and a wet warmth between her legs, the usual harmless flirts in passing, soon got more sexual in their content and each “happenstance” encounter grew slightly longer in duration. He was an infrequent visitor to her busy office, once maybe twice a month, she admitted that she would.