Katie absolutely loved banging her sexy movie star, Brad Peterson! Now she's so desperate to experience more explosive climaxes, not even pregnancy can stop her from experimenting with huge sex toys and wild public orgies. Then Brad returns, and poor Mack must helplessly watch as his sexy wife gleefully cuckolds him again! ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ "What do you want, Katie? Why are you here?" Princess asked. "I want Brad to use me. I want to be his." She couldn't have picked words more likely to cause my stomach to clench and me to throb. "That's fine, but you need to beg him, Katie. Lots of women want Brad Peterson. What's special about you?" Princess was looking for something specific from my wife. "Tell him." "Brad, please use your big member. I'll suck you, I'll even let you use my rear. I'll belong to you, Brad. You can hurt me. More than these clamps. I don't care. I'll whore for you, Brad, just please let me touch me." Katie looked like she was near tears with need. I'd just heard the dirtiest things Katie had ever said, and she'd said them to another man. She was offering him her body and her soul. I wanted her to take it back or for him to turn her down, but part of me wanted him to accept her. She's betrayed me, I agreed to come here, to watch my wife with another man, but not this. This was too much. I told my legs to stand up, but they wouldn't obey me, they wanted to see how this turned out too. Darn legs, turning sissy on me. "Katie, don't be shy, show Brad what he's getting, show Brad your naughty bits." My wife immediately dropped to her hands and knees, her privates pointed straight at Peterson. Resting her head on the carpet, Katie used her hands to spread herself open. It was as though she was going to be fisted again. I couldn't see her, but I was treated to the sight of my wife's breasts and the clamps, pushing into the carpet, bulging out at the sides. She was making desperate noises as her hips continued their pumping motion. I could see the outline in Brad's pants. Much longer than mine and thick. It looked like a small log. Princess stroked him as they watched my wife display and humiliate herself. I watched her too. I'd never seen my wife subjugate herself sexually before, it was an arresting sight. She really did look like an animal in heat as she dripped, and her hips moved. At that moment, I would have given everything I had, or would ever have, for a to be big enough to satisfy her. I looked down my pants. "You're a real disappointment to me, you know that?" Maybe every man talks to his pants from time to time. It's okay, they don't listen. Katie wouldn't look me in the eye. I tried to read her face, always a tricky thing to do; I think I saw both lust and shame. Shame at her own lust and how she was humiliating both of us. "Hold your head up, Katie," Princess ordered. Katie held her head straighter, staring straight ahead. She still wouldn't look at me. "Katie, you can't deny this. Look at your husband." After a long pause, Katie did look me in the eye. She was breathing deeply. I think I read her look as 'I love you. I know I'm acting like a whore. Let me have this, please.' I hope she read my look as 'Yes you are, damn I want you right now.