) Now Stacey, it`s not her name, but I`m going to use it rather than embarrass the poor girl, Stacey has a problem, she has a thing about being the vi...llage bike, oh its only in her mind I am sure of that, she`s a lovely lady he tells me and it`s just something that turns her on, to imagine she`s some sort of cheap village hooker type lady, the local slag, screwed by everyone as required… Call it what you will, and who am I to complain. Her imagination is also fairly vivid, and other than this. Hell as I was pulling in the drive way the guy was still on my tail and I was thinking what have I done. My wife hops out and rushes back to the guy and we all head in to the living room. I can not remember a word said among us all. My wife had sat the dude in the center of the sofa and she was undoing his belt and pulling his jeans down. The guy was semi hard and his cock was a little bigger looking than mine. My wife slowly started playing with his balls and cock and teasing the head with her. "Now let me see what you have. It's only fair."I pulled my shirt off. I also noticed I needed to visit the gym more often than I was. Still in decent shape though, I thank baseball for that."No, I want to see what you have."Ah, she wants me to show off my cock. I pulled down my pants, but before I took of my underwear I reached under her skirt to feel how wet she was. She wasn't wet - she was soaked. I began fingering her pussy while I took my underwear off with my other hand. She was already. I had never felt anything so wonderful. As I moved my cock in and out of her, it seemed that her pussy was grabbing me, squeezing my cock, trying to hold it in her. I was in a world of my own making, and it was explosive. Even in her stringently bound position, Keri tried to meet my thrusts into her cunt. I looked at her sweet gagged face as she absorbed the feeling of my cock in her pussy. She was totally surrendered to what was happening to her. To add a little pain element to.