Three feet of cock- 1

It was a hot August afternoon. Cicadas buzzed lazily in the trees. The oppressive heat of summer was just beginning to give way to the brisk comfort of autumn, and to celebrate the end of the season, Tristan and Perrie were hosting a barbecue for their friends. Little did they suspect, though, what would happen before the sun set on that day.

Tristan and Perrie were a typical suburban couple. They had met in college, began dating, and soon fell in love. She was a Filipina and adored her current, bourgeois life, although she hoped for the day that she would be able to tell Tristan that she was pregnant. Although only 27, she was impatient to start a new family.

Tristan was a year older, but had more patience regarding children. He wanted a few more young, lustful years alone with his wife before allowing the intrusion of usurpers into his wife’s heart, but he found himself unable to resist Perrie’s desires. He was uxorious to a fault; emotionally, anyways. His eyes wandered, though, despite his best efforts. Perrie knew of her husband’s foibles, but tolerated them. So long as his heart belonged to her, she felt secure. She had never even had an orgasm before they had begun dating, and she had never felt any urge to expand her range of partners before today.