She would giggle when he practically ran out of the room dragging her mother with him. Taylor was definitely enhancing Bill’s love life with his sex... wife.Bobby’s request for help with his homework was a nightly occurrence. Little if any of his homework got done then. Bobby was there for one reason and one reason only. To stare at his mother’s breasts and rub himself until he was ready to go to his room and finish.It was Saturday night and Taylor was out with Ken. Bill guessed she was most. What was going on here? This couldn't possibly be. Stan put his hand in the middle of my chest and pushed me backwards and then slammed the door in my face. As the door closed I looked past Stan and saw Regina still lying there with her legs spread wide waiting for Stan to come back. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw tears.The noise of the door slamming in my face caused me to come out of the funk I was frozen in. I shook my head to clear it and started thinking about what I could do.. ...I was so close and trying desperately to hold back.Finally Phyllis nodded and I began moaning. Phyllis jerked a little faster and Sybil rubbed her toes a little more, and I shot into the air, much of it falling on Phyllis's palm.Sybil smirked as Phyllis went and washed her hands."Think, I'd make you lick it up...I'd make you shoot on my full ashtray and lick it up."Sybil was truly a martinet. But she was leaving town, and I would miss her.We had been married for eleven years, eight of them. She felt his hands on her breasts and nipples. Suddenly she felt somethingpinch her nipple tightly. Her body convulsed and she almost came again. Herepeated the process on her other nipple. "Open your eyes." Looking down she saw her nipples clamped and connected by a bit of silverchain. She smiled as she writhed on the bed feeling the firm, yet very pleasant,sensation on her nipples. He pulled lightly on the chain and she felt her nipplesbeing pulled a bit by the clamps attached to the chain..