A stringed quartet was playing under the gazebo and a marquis had been set up with tables and chairs. Dinner had been a formal affair and speeches ens...ed thereafter, long and boring. Now though the atmosphere was relaxed and wait-staff slipped between the crowd, wine, champagne and spirits freely flowing. Daddy was standing at the centre of a crowd basking in all the attention. Mum had really gone all out on this one figuring you only turned fifty once. I had managed to dodge TJ for most of. The phone once in on the table as soon as I got home now in my hand, constantly being checked. I was never truly present. As I fucked my wife I stared at the pillow that a week before had MD's wet mark all over it. I knew she owned me, in a way she owned my wife too. Nothing she could do compared to MD. I grew frustrated, with myself, with her, with the situation. Finally MD sent me a message. So, slut? Distracted? it read. I was angry with her but you'd never know by the pathetic begging in my. Oh god ... oh GOD ... Oh shit I'M CUMMING ALREADY!" and she was screaming in pleasure as she rode me to her first climax. My hands were squeezing her gorgeous tits and then I leaned up and began sucking on one hard nipple then the other as her climaxes rolled on and on. By the time Amber was crying out in the midst of her third orgasm, practically every one of the girls were looking over at me wondering why it wasn't them that was happily fucking herself on my cock. The guys got pissed and soon. Zaida and I were somewhere in the non-monogamous spectrum, somewhere between Open relationship and Poly, though it was still a little hard to define for me, even after more than a few years living this way. I settled in, put the kettle on to make some coffee. Coffee after work always motivated me to get all the little things done around the house and getting supper on the go. While the water was heating up, I turned on my laptop and got some tunes going. It was shaping up to be a decent night,.