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I could feel the drops of sweat landing on my back as Tony plowed his cock deep inside of me. I had sucked him off earlier and knew that this would be a nice, long fuck. Despite the coolness of the basement, Tony was hot from the effort of pumping his cock in and out of me. The drops of sweat reminded me of the burn of candle wax that he loved to drip on me occasionally, especially down my balls and across my perineum. I moaned with each thrust, loving the feeling of him inside of me. He held on tight to my ass cheeks, pulling them apart roughly as he went deeper and deeper. When he was inside of me, I knew that he had complete control of me. He owned me completely. I had always been the bottom to Tony's top but there was more to it. He made me weak and I loved being this way for him. I looked forward to our next "game night" as soon as the last one was Ümraniye Escort (http://www.escortgirl.info/) over, as I limped to the car and drove home to my wife with an ass or belly full of Tony's cum. Tony had taken to more automotive blow jobs and other games at work. He had me wear a large butt plug which he'd put in me before morning coffee. He'd take it out of me before we went home for the night or, on "game nights", once I got to his place. Tony was getting close to loosing his load inside of me. Between grunts I heard a gasp and my stomach fell. There was only one person that it could have been... Marsha, Tony's wife. I don't know if Tony heard it or if he was just too far gone. I clenched down on his cock, wondering what was going to happen. This apparently put Tony over the edge as he unloaded into me, cumming and cumming, gripping my Ümraniye Escort Bayan (http://www.escortgirl.info/) ass harder in his hands, leaving a half moon of bruises that would rise in the morning. "Tony? What...?" came Marsha's meek voice. "Oh, shit," Tony said under his breath as he pulled out of me. I felt his hot cum dripping down my thighs. I looked over my shoulder and saw Tony get up, naked, his half-hard cock dangling between his thighs, and turn to his wife. "I'm not going to say 'it's not what you think' because it's exactly what you think. I've been fucking this bitch once or twice a week for the last year. Do you have a problem with that?" This was the first time I had ever heard Tony talk this way to Marsha. When describing his wife, the term "loud mouth" always came to mind. She was the kind of woman whose voice you'd hear over Escort Ümraniye (http://www.escortgirl.info/) everyone else in a restaurant, endlessly bitching about some inane thing. She had henpecked Tony for as long as I had known him and this was the first time I'd seen her at a loss for words and him with the upper hand. Perhaps fucking me had empowered him. "I asked you a question," he said, cum still dripping from his cock onto their plush carpet. She was completely cowed. He walked over to her and she seemed to snap awake, as if from a nightmare where her husband was fucking his "best bud". Her mouth started moving and through her stammering she seemed to come to some kind of self-realization, "N-n-n-n-n-No. No. No. I don't." She gasped, getting her breath, the cloud of confusion slowly dissipating. Tony had told me a few times (usually after a few drinks) about the problems Marsha and he had been having in their marriage. Marsha had lost her interest in sex a few years into their marriage and this affected Tony more than he was willing to admit. I don't know when he first started having sex with men but I wanted to think that I was his first and only. "No, I don't," she repeated.