’ Even as the words tumbled out of his mouth, Zak realised he had put it all wrong. He could hear how absurd he sounded, and yet he was desperate. E...en worse, that was exactly what he had done. That was the point at which this oak of a man had started roaring with laughter at him. ‘Fuck man, you mean to tell me you sold off your wife for a fucking whore!’ He tilted his head back as the laughter bellowed around the room. Zak’s humiliation was complete. ‘You ain’t… definitely you ain’t having her. Helen for your willingness to indulge another part of our crazy, risqué lifestyle. Michele, dear, for enduring that little demonstration of your submissiveness. And, Barb, for your enthusiasm for Helen and her coming into the fold one more step.” Each of us stepped up and gave him a kiss and I reached for the door. “Not quite yet, my love.” I stopped and looked at him. What was he up to now? “There is one more thing I want all three of you to do before getting into the car. And, then I want all. ”“I’m still not sure,” he said, “but I guess I’m not unalterably opposed to the idea. Let me sleep on it, we have until she gets back to decide if we want to ask her, and maybe she won’t be interested.”“That works, I guess,” I said though I was vaguely disappointed, and we left it at that.We had obviously put aside our game since we got involved with Louisa, but after a couple of weeks of just the two of us, we were getting a little twitchy. Wallace, as always, was good about it, but I could. After she left I watched the last few episodes of Money Heist season 2, argued with myself what a great show it is (watch it, it’s good, I promise) and went to bed because I was really tired.(Sorry for the wait, shits about to happen)Horniness.Extreme horniness. My eyes still closed, my one hand slowly moved to my nipple, rubbing it slightly. At the slightest touch, a burst of sensitivity rushed through my body. I kept on going, increasing pressure, while my other hand was slowly working its.