"When he was out of sight, I walked Pam to the door. She kissed my cheek and said "Sweet dream tonight. I know I will be dreaming of you. I just hope ... get some sleep."I said, "Well, if you can't sleep, do what I will be doing with my fingers."Pam said, "And what might that be my dear?"I kissed her cheek and said, "I will be letting my fingers do the job of relaxing me."She giggled and went out the door.I went upstairs and Jim was just getting into bed. I stood there, took off my dress and Jim. In their place, she was wearing a cupless corset of black leather, fingerless, black lace gloves that extended nearly to her elbow and a pair of shiny, thigh-high boots with four-inch heels. I’m sure I could not conceal the fountain of lust that was building inside me. My cock grew hard enough to cut diamonds just looking at her. Holy shit, this wanton slut – this was my wife? “Like it?” she purred. Her massive, unrestrained tits bobbed seductively as she strode over to the bed in her heels,. No matter you just squeeze them tighter and mash them together a bit more. Then you start to wank us. Both at the same time. Our dicks are right against each other. Our poles slip and slide and rub all over each other as you slowly wank us. The sensitive area under my head is mashed together with his. It's almost like our cock heads are kissing.You bring your face down to us. Mouth open wide, you start to try to cram us in. It's a tight fit but you manage to get your tongue pushed down. Two events have changed my thinking.”Jack was puzzled at how Alf’s demeanour seemed less challenging, “Changed? What events?”Alf’s head shook slightly as he said, “The day Trafalgar arrived, the major brought his niece with him, and I saw her face whenever she looked your way. And yours was interesting too. Her look, that expression in the eyes, was even more obvious and frequent when we went to the Exhampton race meeting. That, and how often the pair of you stood close.”“I’m sorry, Alf. Your.