"You see Jack. You see what a little faggot he is. He's practically begging you to fuck him like a whore, aren't you slut? Go, on, beg Jack. Tell Jack how bad you want his cock." The funny thing about the situation was that I really did want Jack's cock. I was so enormously aroused, laid out like that, my ass in the air, the sun burning bikini tan lines onto my body, my wife humiliating me, and this big, strong man witnessing the whole event.

"Jack . . I . . . " "Oh don't pretend you're shy. You're not shy on the telephone are you." My wife retrieved her tape recorder and played a conversation of mine from a few months ago, a conversation I had had as Jack had cleaned the pool outside. I could hear my voice begging Misty to let me suck Jack, to have him use me like a whore, and fuck me like a girl.

"You see Jack, didn't I tell you he was a little faggot whore. I bet you never knew all that time you played ball with him at the gym that he was just secretly hoping to fall to his knees and suck on that nice, long, hard cock of yours, did you? Come on over here, Jack, stand next to me for a second and just look at this little slut."

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Now “let me take care of this”, she said. Before I knew it her hand was inside my shorts releasing my cock.

She grabbed a towel, kneeled on the floor, and took the head of my cock straight in her mouth!

Now it was my turn to be quiet as my balls were so eager to explode as it had been a while.

Jen sucked the head deeply before grabbing the base, and taking me all the way to the back of her throat.

I grabbed her hair, and started rocking gently back and forth in her mouth.

It felt so good. Her mouth was so warm and inviting and she was so good at giving head.

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