I continued to lick not knowing what to think of the new taste. The more I licked her, the more I liked the taste and just then she came all over my f...ce and rolled off. She came up to kiss me and asked if I liked licking Rob's cum from her pussy. I said "What the..." and she interrupted reminding me that I must've liked it. I reluctantly agreed that it excited me to lick another man's cum from her pussy. She then admitted to me that many times we had sex were right after Rob had left. Until. It must have been morning by now as I was woken up suddenly by my dad fingering my pussy.Oh fuck.It felt absolutely amazing!! Fingers slipping in and out of my pussy which always seemed to feel better than the last! I lay naked on my bed with my hips quickly bucking to the amazing pleasure I was feeling, his fingers dipping in and out of my slippery wet pussy.I couldn't stop thinking oh my god, my dad's never woken me up like this before, but I certainly wasn't complaining.As his fingers went. Wanted him to give me a display of how he used to fuck my wife before I knew her. I was so conflicted by emotion and light headed on desire. My wife seemed to have been in some kind of a trance for a while and it wasn’t until she felt Brett laying her down on the bed that her senses returned. “Stop this Brett, I can’t do this, I’m married, please.” “It’s ok,” said Brett, “I’m going to lick you like I used to, I’ll make you feel so good.” “No, please Brett, don’t… I… oh my goodness. I was outside, in a wood, somewhere away from the city, by the sounds and smells. More alarming and confusing though – I was in chains. Large metal bands, clasped just above my ankles, held my feet, a little more than shoulder length apart, to large stakes in the leaf-covered ground. A my cuffed wrists hung from chains attached to a head-level tree branch about a yard in front of my feet. I had to sway my weight and catch hold of the branch with one hand, then the other to pull myself up from.