Her breath pattern changed.I took a dildo and rubbed on her pussy gently while I was still standing behind her , bent a bit .I was kissing her neck an... talking dirty to her in a low voice.She was responding to me in what ever way I wanted. I kept teasing her with that dildo for a while and then started inserting it inch by inch for every stroke.Her reaction to every stroke got better and better.She was tied and not able to come out of the chair but trying to get out of it to pleasure herself. I said what the fuck are you doing in our house and he said in a really calm voice selling broadband and enjoying the view. But i didn't say you could come into our house and he just said no, your exact words were follow me dear which i did.He was a beautiful six foot hunk, well toned and groomed,something my wife and I would fantasise about joining us. At that moment i could see his cock twitching in his trousers and i just reached out and started to rub it, i could see in slowly rising up. . to tell him this had to end. It was then that I saw Miss Ima Jean Butkis enter Sly's bedroom. They fought a little and Sly had obviously been drinking, stumbling around the room. Then, he clumsily took his clothes off. I saw her get a paddle and follow him towards the balcony.Slipping out of my alcove, I peeked around the corner to watch them. Sly was bent over the balcony railing. She had a paddle in one hand and then I saw her pick up a heavy brass candlestick with her other hand from the. “Aaaah,” she screamed out, moaning in ecstasy. That woke her, and she gasped loud and hard at finding her dream to be reality. I really wished I could see her face when she realized that she was being fucked good by her loving husband. Better still I wished she could have seen my face as her pussy gripped my dick tighter than it ever had, sending me into a fucking frenzy.Her pussy was so tight, so silky, so juicy as her walls gripped me and sucked me in as deeply as possible. I was in ecstasy..