She was wet. Too wet. It had been too long. As the slippery flaps and folds peeled apart he eased the formidable length inside her body. Inch-by-inch...he opened her up, penetrating and stretching, filling her body with hard flesh. “Oh my God,” she blasphemed, the threatening force, the massive girth almost splitting her apart. “Oh yes,” she screamed, through gritted teeth. “Oh yes. ‘Oh yes,’ her words repeating in fading echoes off the kitchen walls. The momentum gathered speed, strokes long,. I didn’t know when or how but Amya brought her clothes here. It had been a couple of hours of use sitting watching TV when Amya’s cell rang. She answered it and jumped up alarmed. Oh how I wish I could understand Japanese. She hung up and looked at me and said. “My family will be here in 10 minutes.”“I thought they were coming tomorrow?” I asked.“They got an earlier flight”“Oh” I said.About 10 minutes later Amya’s family arrived. Amya greeted them at the door. She didn’t want me on my feet. ?Well?? Her right hand moved its way down to my pants, squeezing my locked up cock. ?Yes? I heard myself say. ?Great!? She said as she slapped my ass. ?Now hurry up and get this place clean, they’ll be here in half an hour!? She went back to the couch and picked up her Vanity Fair magazine. How did she know I would agree to this?? But, of course, I ALWAYS do. They all arrived on time, as usual. Five beautiful, sexy women. Mature yet not ?old.? They all had husbands and. She asked me what had happened and I toldher. We discussed our relationship, why I had allowed the fling to happenetc. Three hours later we finished talking. Bev explained that she wouldgive me a chance but it was clear that I could not be trusted to controlmyself so as long as I abided by her rules then we'd remain married andtry get over this, if I didn't follow her rules then she'd start divorceproceedings and would make sure that I ended up with noithing. Of courseI agreed.She led me to our.