We hung out and played pool together and sometime the wife would play too. As we got to know each other we would go fishing or just hang out at their ...place drinking some beers or playing cards. I was 24 at the time and he was in his mid thirties. I had never had a guy with guy experience but was at times curious. One night his wife went to bed early. We were watching TV when he asked what I would like to watch. I asked him if he had any porn. He gets out some porn and puts it in the VCR. I was. Since then, he had laughingly called her ‘Jumpin’ Jenny,’ a complement to her energy and inventiveness. She had hidden this raucous side of her personality for a long time, and it was only with Tom that she had let loose this suppressed, erotic behavior. Tom had decided that it was the special spice of their relationship, the thing that would keep their love life exciting and alive for many years. Jenny had delighted in Tom’s easy acceptance of her hidden sexual persona. His conservative. Are you my slut, Nitu? Yes, Sir. I am your slut! She bowed her head. Moving carefully with practiced ease he took the new dress off of her and with the same efficiency laid her down on the carpet. Quiet casually and without saying a word he simply got on top of her and entered her. It was his casualness that made Nitu gasp as she felt his throbbing beast enter her wet cunt, opening her tight hole wide to fit his big, fat shaft. He proceeded to fuck her brains out like she belonged to him. She. I paid the bill – more quick panic when I saw we had somehow spent $600 and I was still hungry. It was dark now. The limo was downstairs, engine running.“Let’s walk on the street,” I told her, “Just for a while.” We were in a bazaar area selling t-shirts and novelties. I put her arm through mine and we walked with the crowd. I made her look at all the tourist junk with me, asked her to admire some badly made samurai swords, even bought three t-shirts for $12 and said she could have one. .