Mark must have heard me, as he shouted, “Hello, anyone there?” I peered over the balcony and said “Hi.”Mark looked up and without any embarras...sment, said, “come on down and have a swim.” “I’ve just showered, perhaps tomorrow,” I replied, trying to avert my eyes from his massive tool. “Great,” said Mark, “were having a Barbie at six thirty, down here next to the pool, wear something cool.” I could see that Marks penis was starting to become erect and that he was staring at my legs. I blushed and. Then I let my husband think he deflowered me on our wedding night; a June wedding about a month after my husband graduated.I still fuck hot guys on occasions. Since my husband is cuckold, some people might call me a cheating wife. However, I know the difference between a relationship and a fucking. I love my husband. I take good care of him; I clean house, cook, and help him with some of his accounting work. Also, I give my hubby all the sex he wants which is once a week in the missionary. I need to get back to my lunch. Keep this under your hat. Not even the Board. Nobody. No leaks.”“Got it. You know, I was right that day in Iron Mountain.”“Which one?”“When I said that everyone who has tried to fuck with you has run into the cold-hearted, scheming bastard that you would be if it weren’t tempered by everything else. That you faced down Margaret Lundgren like you were holding four aces to her pair of threes. You just smoothly and coolly handled Alec Glass. And you totally fucked. There was something about us all being naked that made us permanently horny and provided I was getting mine, it turned me on so much to see my lovely husband servicing the needs of my best friend.James started by going down on my wet cunt before fucking me again to another fantastic orgasm as he exploded deep inside me. By then I was completely exhausted, so Kay took over from me, and I watched in a post-orgasmic stupor as she cleaned James of his cum and my heart fluttered as I imagined her.