“Oh, yeah,” Ted groaned. His face was as red as Brad’s poor throbbing cockhead. “God, I swear I would have squirted off at her lightest touch...How I dreamed of her!”
Brad’s heart soared within him. So it was true! The time she had told Brad that she was not yet sleeping around, she had not been lying—she truly had been waiting for the right time, waiting for the night when her equally suffering husband would finally beg her to cuckold him! The excruciatingly excitable wench was betraying him even now, two c***s stuck in her writhing shapely flesh, and yet she had not done it until her poor husband was ready, too. The thought was strangely comforting somehow.
Emboldened, Brad pressed further. “Well, don’t think she wasn’t getting off on everything she did to you,” he reminded the other m
