Why do I have these fantasies about her, she’s not my type, I’m married, my husband is a good man, our sex life is quite good. I’ve never been w...ith a woman, yet she is my one fantasy.As I lay back on the bed, I picture her, her shapely legs, her nylon stockings, her breasts encased in her lace bra, her suit, in my imagination she unbuttons her blouse, her nipples standing hard in her white lace bra. I pull my skirt up, my hand touches my crotch, my pantyhose feel damp to my touch, my panties. Take me when and where you will, and I will serve and love you as best I can."Beth stepped forward as well, and repeated Nancy's words. Steve nodded, and said, "Then it is done, and you are mine. Accept this kiss as a token of our bond."He kissed Nancy first, then Beth. Each kiss was warm, but not passionate.Steve turned to his wives, an arm around each of his new concubines. "Wives, know that you will always be first in my heart, but that I have found room enough there to welcome these women. Usne mujhe peeche table par dhakka diya aur main table par jaa kar baith gayi. Usne meri taange uthayi aur apne bagal mein set kar li. Fir woh apne lund ko pakad kar meri chut par zor-zor se maarne lag gaya.Jab bhi woh lund meri chut par maarta, mere badan mein current sa daudne lagta. Fir usne apne lund ko meri chut ke muh par set kiya aur dheere se andar ghusa diya. Aah, kitna sukoon mila mujhe, main bayaan nahi kar sakti.Fir usne lund andar-baahar karna shuru kar diya. Woh lund baahar nikaal. Come for mama as you die.” I began to move again, Denise’s and my hips matched rhythm and I began to build.The red was now a livid purple and the kicking had stopped. The hand at Carla’s clit held there but if it was moving I didn’t notice it.Smack, smack, smack. I fucked with abandon before the dying girl and Denise shivered and groaned.Closer and closer. The fish gasps were gone and Carla’s face was almost completely blue. I felt my cock twitch and my balls clench. Her hand, Carla’s pretty.