We had been married for eight years and our sex life had become rather predictable. Once a week or so, she would relent and we would "be together." Th...s usually meant her sucking my cock to get it hard and then laying down on her stomach and letting me pound away until I had my orgasm. Occasionally she had one too but more often than not, it seemed like sex with me was just one of the many things on her list of things to do.That all changed the night she discovered I had been online looking at. Is my bro really about to lay the moves on his girl in the bathhouse? What a fucking creep. A part of me hoped somebody else would come in here and whip his tail, or both of their tails, to be honest; I kinda had a thing for that.“What about John?” she asked.Oh fuck. I think I came a little extra just by hearing her say my name.“He’s still showering. He was in there when I was leaving,” my brother affirmed Amalie. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking bad.”This was the first time I ever heard Amalie. Marty and I explained how he would be leaving after the inauguration, though he agreed to hang around long enough to help the next Republican victor find a replacement. It was late when we finally broke up and everybody went home. We gave Brewster and Marty guest rooms for the night. Marty took Charlie’s room. Charlie was at sea in the Indian Ocean and had just deployed; he wouldn’t be back until around Christmas. He would get to miss the circus this was about to become. I almost envied him.. I pulled the sports bra up off my tits. “Bobby,” I offered. “Come here Bobby,” said, glancing his way. Both boys took turns on me for the next hour. I had 4-earth rocking orgasms on my son’s mouths. I was a limp rag, but both boys had rigid, standing cocks again. “Bobby first this time,” I whispered. “Come fuck Momma Baby,” I whispered. I pulled my knees up, spread my legs, and offered my sex to him. Bobby pulled his shorts off, pulled my legs down, stripped off my shorts and panties, and.