So my wife is going to be craving my cum? I can think of worse things that could happen... The previous night, my girls had returned from their shopp...ng trip, humming the incredibly catchy song from the first tape. I couldn’t help but admire their choice of clothes - my wife had decided to go in a sort of sexy housewife direction, and was wearing a red polka-dot dress that ended way above her knees, and showed off plenty of cleavage to boot. When she bent over, one would expect it to show off. When the song is over, I go up to the bar next to you and order a beer. You ask if you could buy me a shot. We drink the shot and I go back to my table. A slow song comes on and you ask me to dance, you pull me close. So close that i can feel your dick hardening. My nipples are getting hard, too. you beging to kiss me and whisper in my ear thatyou want to makeout with me. The song is over and you are talking with your buddies. You look over at me and i'm rubbing my inner thigh, thinking. The day was spent sunning our selves and having a few drinks, that evening we returned to our room and she suggested more drinks and room service. We both layed out across the bed and in a wonderful, drunken haze, kissed and explored each other’s bodies. When there was a knock knock on the door, I thought it was nothing more than room service. A moment later, I heard my wife’s voice say, “Paul, this is Gabriel.” Shocked, not exactly figuring it out yet, I said, “Oh, hi Gabriel.” “Call me Gabe,. No sleeping with me and no form of relief from anyone else, including yourself.”At her horrorstruck look, Harry can tell he’s chosen a truly horrid punishment and for a moment he feels unduly proud. He then looks over to the kitchen clock, almost noon, “Ok Bella, let’s try out your cooking skills shall we?”She meekly nods her head as she stands and moves to the stove.Harry watches Bella work, almost mesmerized by the swaying of her hips. Harry’s considering having her take off her robes when.