She blushed as she recalled one particular fabrication she had created. She once told him an elaborate story of passion taking place at a summer camp....She told of how she had encountered a group of fellow campers in the showers one morning, four of them engaged in a wet, steamy tangle of limbs. She went into detail about them, about how she had watched them unnoticed from behind a curtain, silently sliding a hand beneath her robe until her entire body shook from an orgasm. She had told this. And untie their bottoms...by now we were all ready for that....so I stood up...and as Sara stood next to me I untied my friend;s wife bottom and reached over and pullled it off...touching her pussy as I did. Next I reached over and pullled off my wife's bottoms....once again another cheer. We were all feeling excited and could feel something more was about to happen. The three of us sat on the spa shelf ..the girls tits just above the water line. I smiled at my wife and she knew I was enjoying. Once he had a little taste of what she had to offer he would be easy to control. She would hypnotize him so to speak and he would agree to her every wish and desire. At first Annie kept all of this inside of her heart and head and did nothing. She wanted to give Martin time to become comfortable in her home and more importantly comfortably with her. Annie knew that if she came on strong from the start she would most likely scare him off. It wasn’t until several months after Martin moved in. Then I put up mine and got back into the seat very quickly. “Your cum dry” I said smiling at Jen. She gave me that smile I never get tired of. “Damn bitch, your a cum slut.” I wanted to tell her that I was her cum slut. That I would suck her dry every day if she wanted me to but that would be sounding like some love struck idiot. So I just laughed. She was so pretty. Her small face framed by her long wavy hair. The glasses over her deep green eyes just melted me. The smile that leaned sideways.