I look to the side of me and take along look at what used to be my man chair, remembering the last time Isat in the chair..."Oh, there's my little tar...," my wife says sensually when she walked inthe room and saw me relaxing in my chair during one of our fantasyweekends. Oh my god she looks so fucking hot, so fucking dominant in justher regular street clothes...a t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of boots . Awicked crop held effortlessly in her hand making me crazy with fear andlust.In a mixture of. Besides people missing us, I'm not sure this was exactly right." I said in a quiet voice."Maybe not right, but something we both wanted for a long time. I know you have been looking at my body for years, and I was just waiting for you to make a move, but you never did. I've wanted you since I walked in on you in the shower one day. God your cock looked so big and fat. I just wanted to climb in and let you fuck me right there." When was that?" I asked startled."Oh remember that night when I. We knew that the longer we stayed in the group, the more blackmail that could be had over us. They constantly videoed the meetings and there were the photos of individuals engaging in explicit acts. The magnitude of the enslavement seemed overwhelming to us.The sex shows were everything that you could imagine. The Masters favorite show was having one of the other husbands orally "fluff up" someone's wife until she was in a frenzied state (usually after a couple of orgasms.) then have her. As my hard cock popped out of its confines mother grasped, "Its so beautiful Liam!"She rolled onto her side facing me, leading up on her elbow she brought her face to my hard cock, her eyes looking from my groin to my eyes and back. Ever so slowly mother opened her mouth and took my penis past those sexy full lips until half of my organ was inside her mouth. Her eyes had closed and she was moaning in delight upon my shaft. It felt nothing less than magnificent.This was better than my only other.