She kept telling me that wasn’t true. However, I kept telling her I was not upset and love the feeling of sloppy seconds. Finally she said, “it is...not sloppy seconds, it is sloppy thirds”. WOW I couldn’t believe it, my wife that said she could always wait for me to fuck her, had fucked someone, and at least 3 times or maybe 3 guys,I kept fucking her and pressing her for details. As she became more confident that I was not upset, she told me it was our mutual friend, and my shipmate Harvey. WOW. I openedmy eyes to see a leather thong tightly bound me to a hook that was attachedto a crane-type of device. I looked down as best as I could. I guessed I wasa good 3 feet over the bed when the bed slid into the wall, revealing thework area of the basement. I heard the whir of machinery starting up, andthe crane lowered me through the floor. My feet found purchase on whatseemed to be a plastic bucket. I got my balance as the rope that loweredme gave a little slack for a few seconds, then. " Yeah, it would have been, if poor Dave hadn't been deathly ill. But, now, we're never alone. We don't even mess around much anymore, because someone's always here. Usually Dad. I think he suspects something, and is doing everything he can to head it off at the pass." What about my room?" Dad declared that off-limits." And he won't let you shut the door to your room if Dave is there." You got it." Kate, if you can hold out until Christmas, we'll work out something. I promise." That would be. She looked me in the eye and told me she wanted to fuck right then. She turned around, pulled her skirt up to where her lips where hanging out, you could see the line through her panties. I didnt realize her skirt was that high until I looked up and saw three guys trying not to stare. I slowly pulled it down a little, to where it was still high but you could not actually see anything anymore. I pulled my dick out, and slowly eased it in&hellip, She was so ready, it slid right in. No one.