She settled down to reading them and what she read changed our lives, but that came later. For the present, the stories made her hot and she couldn't ...get all the way through one of those magazines without my having to fuck her at least once. By the fifth day she was asking questions like "Do people really do things like that, I mean swapping mates and all?" or "Do women really go out looking for black cock? Is it really bigger?" "Why would a man want to watch his wife fuck other guys or watch. I gaspedas it popped its way in faster than I had expected. Tim fucked my with itwith slow steady strokes, going slightly deeper each time. It startedfeeling very good. Tim noticed. 'Your cock is leaking Markboy.' Hegrabbed my cock and started stroking me. I let our a long groan.'Please can I cum sir?''Not even close Markboy. And don't even think about cumming withoutpermission. Being cute only works once.'The stoking continued as I squirmed and tried my best to breathe slowly andcontrol. To suck and suckle. To close her teeth about. To mark with perfect indentations of her dental uniqueness. To cover with love bites. To bruise my pallid alabaster skin; to leave it glowing purple from the persistent and blessedly abusive touch of her gorgeous mouth.I raise my hips; push them upwards, arse cheeks rising off the bed as my twin hands and multiple digits grapple with the confused and confusing collection of unresponsive flesh between my wide-flung thighs. There are two fingers. It was wonderfully relaxing. I wondered why I had waited so long to try it. Was that a taste of things to come? I was thinking about other things that women do when I remembered I was supposed to shave. I reluctantly put my body in motion. A little more than an hour after I got in I climbed out of the tub with much less hair.I pulled the tub's plug and started to dry off. I remember reading somewhere that it was better to pat yourself dry. I normally do the guy thing and rub the towel roughly.