Henry Miller said, if you can't make words fuck, don't masturbate them.
Power is an underlying condition in all relationships. Don't ask me, what is the matter with me?. Why do I let stranger men fuck my wife, while I have a front row seat and watch. It turns me on. I get excited. My cock becomes so taut, it feels like it will burst out of its skin.
"Bury it in me!" she shouts. He rips in and out of her pussy.
I fuck with my eyes. I love it when she is naughty. When my partner crosses the line. I sit there in a comfy chair, my dick in my hand, while I watch him fuck her. It's damn good to be me right now. Fucking is a crazy illness. Fucking runs my life. The scene is so hot. So fucking hot. She bitches her fabulous cunt to the guy who is trying to score the try. Intently I watch.
His face is tense and chiseled. One time I was invited in on the action. She wanted two cocks inside her cunt. He was lying on his back and she was on top lying with her back on him, his cock going in and out, when she called out to me, "Get in there baby."
Two hard cocks inside one cunt. Every man's dream. I can feel my cock slipping between your lips, sliding up his hardness, until my cock kisses his head. We are both in. I slowly move my cock back and forth rubbing against his cock. What a nymph. What a slut. I could tell how she loved having two cocks inside her cunt. When we both shot our loads, I could feel the swamp of our combined cum oozing around our cocks.
We were both talking one day about cock sizes. My partner told me that despite what the guy thinks about having a big cock, she hated having a cock over six inches inside her. Six inch was her optimum size. So we got out the measurer and mine was just below six inches. She didn't want a seven inch dick. Maybe to look at, but not inside her.