For our wedding ceremony to be an actual cuckold wedding in fact, and not merely as a fantasy, it would be necessary for me to uninvolved sexually wit... Cindy. I could be with her; I could watch; I could listen; I could chat; I could take whatever photographs, or videos, I wanted; but above all---I would have NO sexual contact with Cindy at all. Only the two Bulls would do that; and then, and only then, could we truly say that we were a cuckold married couple.The ceremony was fairly brief.. I never checked the schedule I mean I didn't stalk S or anything I just took it when it was convenient to take. So this Sat which was probably a month or so after the first time S and the fat b had to open up again. I was late as usual. I need my coffee in the morning. The door was open so I figured someone cool was working because the stricter managers would make me call and say I'm at the front door. Anyway I lock the door and started my routine. When I got to the mop closet I. "Hello, Jock. This is Rachel. Are you free to talk?" Yes, I'm in town, alone. How are you, Rachel?" I'm fine. I have something to tell you." What, Rachel?"She explained to him what she had asked her husband to do."That's a very good idea, Rachel." Yes, but he might suggest that you bring Peggy also. You must find a way to come alone. You may bring Peggy once in a while. But most of the time I need you to come alone, Jock. I'm sure you understand why." Yes, I understand, Rachel. I'll tell Bran. Don’t stop, Jacob.” He pushed the drawer in. Then he turned around just in time to watch me cum.“Oh. Oh. Oh.” I squirted over and over. All over Jacob’s chest.“Jeez.” He stood astonished at the amount of liquid cascading down onto his waistband.“That's what you do to me.”He shoved the rest of the building materials in a corner. “Don’t move.”Not a problem.I heard Jacob washing his hands in the bathroom.He returned with a sly grin, eyeing me lasciviously as I remained naked, sticky, and prone on.