Prologue
My wife was on her hands and knees, juices visibly flowing from her p***y onto the expensive Oriental rug beneath her.
I sat on the love seat, only feet away, as Katie begged her film star idol to f**k her.
“Please, Brad. Oh God, please put it inside me. I need you.”
I was torn between the feel of my hard c**k throbbing in my pants and intense jealousy.
They’d done it before, I’d watched, but I’d never seen Katie as a subservient as she was now. She’d done everything he’d asked, she’d humiliated herself for him, and now she was begging him to use her.
Princess, naked now too, put her hand on my thigh. She seemed to understand my distress, and when I looked at her, she smiled for the first time.
