Oh really she said slowly. She was displaying extreme confidence as she said well let's give him the chance. I said are you sure? She said well it's w...hat you want, you have been displaying my body in front of all your friends like I was some type of bait. I wasn't sure I was actually ready to have my sweet wife have sex with someone else. One night shortly after that conversation in the pool I came home from work to find my wife setting on the screen porch having a drink. I made myself a drink. Jim was about 5 inches, not too thick, but his dick pointed straight up almost touching his stomach. Andy had a horse schlong, 8 inches sticking straight out. Mine was 6 inches, pointing up slightly. All three of us neatly circumcised."I start with Jim, his cock is the smallest, but has the best angle."Jim didn't wait. Without hesitation, he pushed his cock into Tina's well-lubricated pussy and started grunting. Tina started panting and moaning. She suddenly shuddered and screamed. Jim looked. In doing so, she got a good glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror hanging behind her door. Jasmine was tall – about 5’8′. She had a medium frame, with a C cup bust, and a nice hourglass figure with a full behind. Her light, almost cream complexion was framed by her dark natural hair, which she had pulled up into a neat bun for work. She normally liked to wear it wild in an afro or twist-out, but she recognized that she needed to be more conservative for work. This was, of course, due to. The ridiculous, bubbling mass of wetness squelching beneath each touch of my wooden tormentor. Smashing hard again and again and again, hips thrusting up to meet each blow, knees twitching closed before dragging themselves wide once more, arse cheeks dragging themselves raw on willow spikes. Yet still, I want more. Need more. Demand more. Still, the hurt, the pain, the suffering, the red welts and brilliant bruises are not enough. Never enough. Never enough to fill the gnawing self-loathing.