“Aiyee! Seven!”CRACK! Just below the last one.“Eight! Motherfucker!CRACK! Another across her sit-spot.“Nine!” It sounded like she was on the...verge of crying.CRACK!“Ten!” she screamed as she jumped up, holding her ass, her little titties bobbing up and down again. She had tears in her eyes. “I can’t take any more.” She continued, softer. “I can’t. I just can’t. Can’t we stop at ten, sir?”“I don’t usually re-negotiate a contract in the middle,” I calmly replied. “Besides, I have no incentive to.”. .I started realizing that my story was more possible than I had first guessed.When we bought our house 5 years ago the previous owners had a dog that they couldn't keep. We weren't aware of that till after we'd moved in, the house had stood vacant for a few months and the next door neighbors had adopted the dog but he still periodically dug his way under the fence. The hole lined up with where they had screwed up in installing the fence leaving a larger gap next to one of the uprights. At a. Tabby turned back to me, pulled my shirt over my head, and threw it on the chair with her gown. She then bent at the waist facing me, her lush, toned ass facing Laura. From the all too familiar aroma wafting up to my nostrils, I knew that Tabby was wet, and I imagined Laura would soon be able to see Tabby’s abundant moisture glistening on the insides of her thighs.Then my wife unfastened my trousers, and let them fall to the floor. I had gone commando, so my half-erect cock was exposed to both. I had been a bit distracted at the time. She picked up the tray and put it on her bedside table, revealing my traitorous cock standing straight up.“Now, let me tell you how it’s going to be from now on,” she said as she swung her leg over me and guided my cock into her very slick pussy and sank down on it. As she began moving up and down and back and forth, she said, “You, my love, are the man of the house, and you have three women who love you, and each other, very much, and we are going to.