We were mirror images of ourselves, tall athletic girls, of blond Scandinavian stock, who at f******n, looked as if twenty-one years in age, which was... good, as we could avoid age restriction, not that the men we were challenged by, were willing enough to turn us away, their hard cocks told us we were good for entrance, our cunts were in collusion with some of those men, I mean what is the point of going to such places, if only to deny the odd cock or two, access to both our pretty little. He likes my cunt so much he does house calls and fucks me before and after he waxes it. He was here yesterday making me moan and squirm on his gigantic cock all afternoon right here in our marital bed.” This time my husband's orgasm hit me in the face with such force it startled me before I started laughing. When my husband had somewhat recovered I looked at him in the eyes and said, “So what happens now? Are you going to file for divorce?” I looked at him and I no longer a defiant or slutty. I felt exposed and knew that my nipples were large and taut, embarrassingly demonstrating how turned on I was.‘Good,’ said the man behind me. ‘Much better.’There was a pause and I knew they were gazing at me, eyes on my breasts, my arched torso, my cunt completely on display between my spread legs. A lazy hand came down from above and started teasing one of my nipples, stroking, pinching, rubbing, twisting… It was as though he knew exactly what to do to turn me on the most, and I heard myself. Once he had it deep, he slowly pulled out, and then pushed it back in, causing me to exhale loudly. He kept up his slow pace until my vaginal muscles relaxed enough to begin to accept his fat offering. I became aware that everyone else in the room was watching me take this big black bazooka up my almost virginal twat. All this attention got me so hot; I came again, even before Hannibal had established a rhythm. I settled down, and he began to stroke me good and proper, and everything was going.