Flushing, Brad thought about it. “Y-y-yes…” he admitted. Unwillingly he imagined again how all those strangers’ fat, purpled organs would thrust repeatedly up into his dear wife’s whorishly available p***y, squelching balls-deep. His congested erection stood out red and needy as all too clearly he pictured her lying shivering and demure, perhaps touching her n*****s in a languid display as she smirked naughtily at her ravishers and calmly demanded every gooey spurt of their seed. How shameless she was in her terrible needs, how wild and free!
“Good,” Alyssa nodded slowly. She stared down into his longing eyes. “If I want to feel a d**k in my mouth, I will—anytime I like, anywhere I like. If I desire c**k inside my p***y, I will have it—anytime that suits me, and just as much as suits me.
