“Oh, she knows what she wants, all right,” Brad observed quietly. Hs guilty erection quivered red and aching as these other boys so casually discussed his own wife’s s****l abilities, the wife whom the poor denied husband had touched but once in months, and even then to use only his mouth—submissively, helplessly, adoringly—to gratify solely her and leave him even more pent-up than before. Yes, and that salty-sweet place where Brad had worshipped so devotedly, that innermost sanctum that once had been for him and him alone, now had been split wide by other men’s casual loveless erections, had been penetrated without remorse as she lay shapely and smirking and beautiful beneath the urgent male weight of her partners, and had been squirted full of every thick jet of their jism while she cooe
