Meagan now looked daggers at Don."Watch what," I said, not getting it the first time. And what was wrong with Meagan."Watch her getting it," said Don...."It goes on a lot you know. I mean husbands wanting to be cuckolded by their wives." Oh yeah, I'll bet," I said. I had to laugh; Meagan was clearly not comfortable with the conversation. "A cuckold? Hey Meagan, would you get off on cuckolding me?" Her face drained. It was so obvious that I knew. I knew it then. Right then. A perfect storm of. I was watching myself, and so was Monica who was now lying on her side next to Bill, her head raised to get a clear view. I didn’t notice it at first – I was having a super time – but Monica had her left hand on top of my thigh, still at first, then sliding it up and back. That’s when I first noticed her, and when I first reached orgasm. I had to lift off Bill, my body involuntarily pulsating so violently. My big fear was that I was going to pee all over him since I hadn’t taken the time to. She cried out and said that wasn’t fair.“Who said life was going to be fair, Courtney? You felt a little sting on your precious little slit? I thought you enjoyed wicked sensations,” I seethed with a calm but sadistic tone in my voice.“Not like that, Gawd!” she said.“Count!” I smacked her pussy again with the rod, and a splash of girly-goo exploded from within the mound of tender pink flesh tucked just under the flaps of her pussy.She had lost count. She called out the first number that came to. “We end up at the G rated kiddie movies if we have to be back by ten,” Taylor protested. “The ride back takes half an hour and none of the fun movies end before 9:30 PM. Anyway, eleven o’clock or midnight are more realistic curfews for high school kids.”“You’re too young,” Mr. Wyatt protested.“Daddy, I start high school on Friday,” Taylor said. “I am a high school student.”“Who is your date?” Mr. Wyatt asked.“Xander Ferguson,” Taylor answered.“Xander? Xander is a decent boy,” Mr. Wyatt said. “I.