I was still thinking about Steve watching Marsha f**k other men when I started home that night and about halfway home a stray thought entered my head. I wondered how a man could watch his wife, just sit there and pay rapt attention, as another man drove his c**k into her and made her squeal and moan and I knew one thing for sure – I couldn’t do it! At least that is what I told myself, but for the next couple of weeks it seemed to be all I could think of.
In my mind I pictured Marsha on a bed getting plowed by me while Steve sat next to the bed and smiled as Marsha screamed out in pleasure. I saw me standing off to the side watching Steve suck my c*m out of his wife while my d**k grew hard and then I f****d her again. I was not even aware of it when the change occurred, but one day I woke
