Looking back on it, I couldn't understand why this was turning me on so much, this subconscious choice. I knew where this was coming from, obviously given the circumstances of our last play time with Marie and Edwin, but it was still confusing, nonetheless.
Grunting and growling, I gripped my wife's fleshy hips, pulling my c**k deeper and deeper with each thrust. She c****d her head against the mattress and locked her pretty green eyes on mine and with gritted teeth, begged me to f**k her harder. "God, yes! f**k me, Jack! f**k my sopping wet p***y with your big c**k!"
I f****d her with the same raw abandon that I would have had this all been my choice. But, it wasn't my choice. There was something else at play here. Something deeper. Looking back on it, this was the moment. The moment I
