I sat in a dark corner of the bar and that’s when I saw her. There was my lovely house-mouse wife swallowing down a beer with her new biker lover, B...tch. She looked like a biker’s slutty whore with her black “Goth” makeup. She wore a thick black collar around her neck which showed she was “owned” by someone and you needed his permission to do anything with her. She was dressed like most of the biker chicks in the bar who stood out by their dress. She had on a pair of cutoff shorts that exposed. So adorable on my little pantywaist, don't youthink, ladies?"They all giggled and laughed at my predicament. I notice that Karen spentmost of her time talking with the more handsome and masculine of the menat her table at the wedding reception. She knows I get extremely jealous,but what could I do about it? Absolutely nothing. When the girls allsuggested I join them on a visit to the ladies room, I just had to turnthem down. "But we want to see your pretty panties, Jamie." One of thegirls said. That radio person he is talking to on the phone has him on tape I’m sure. She also has him live on the local show.”“Hello,” I said into the phone. “No I was doing some research for one of the cons.”“Well Mr Allen, one of your cons has a family hostage and is threatening to shoot them all. He wants to use you to negotiate,” the female voice said.“So where are you, and can you send a car for me?” I asked.“Don’t you even want to know who it is?” the cop asked.“Not really, if I can help I want to. But James wasn’t going to let that happen. Cathy was standing at the edge of the bed watching him lick my cock and toweled him clean. I was still entranced by her naked body and was drinking her in. She watched James and looked at me staring at her. She said “he’s good isn’t he?”, as James swallowed my entire cock into his mouth and throat. I just nodded my head to the affirmative not trusting myself to speak. She smiled and reached between her legs rubbing herself and pulled her fingers out.