"That her husband was gay," I said."Probably not," Devon replied, kneeling between my legs and licking the head of my dick. "She loves her life and ki...s. She's not giving them up regardless of how cold and lonely she might be in her marriage bed. She just needs to convince herself that Matthew isn't going to care if she takes a lover as long as everyone is discreet."I could be discreet! Case in point, only Mrs. Marie knew I was banging Devon.I lay on the chaise lounge by Devon's pool. My dick. I couldn't help myself from screaming, a mix of pleasure and pain as Sam and Andy held my arms to prevent me from moving.Finally my wrists and ankles were unfastened, and at that point I was allowed a drink of water to re-hydrate a little.Next, I was led into the centre of the room and told to kneel on the thin cushion Sam had placed there. The assembled crowd had by now grown to maybe eighty, mostly guys but a few girls too. A few guys stripped and one by one offered their cocks up to my. She reached out, snagged the panties in my mouth and teased them out, the lace caught on my teeth a few times and I expect they were now not fit to wear. I worked my jaw, it hurt from being jammed open, Carol made a show of opening up her panties and examining them, smelt them and tossed them aside. I was still on the couch, knocked out, the occasional tremor floating through my body. “Did I weird you out?” She asked, she was not concerned, just curious.”“You beat my kink,” I admitted. “You do. ’ Lindsay said. ‘Doubt it.’ Ivy replied dryly. ‘You won’t know until you meet him at least?’ Lindsay said hopefully. Ivy sighed ‘Fine, set up a date, tomorrow night, I’m staying in the city all weekend anyway.’ ‘Yay!’ Lindsay squealed and clapped her hands together in excitement. ‘So, is Zach still hanging around?’ Ivy asked. ‘He is not hanging around Ivy, he is my boyfriend.’ Lindsay said defensively. ‘Ok then. But I bet you’ll meet up tonight, screw him and then end it.’ Ivy said. Lindsay.