Wednesday, June 19th, 2013"Oh, Veronica!" Marshal, my husband, gasped as he pumped away at my pussy. "I'm gonna cum!" Yes, yes, I'm coming too!" I lie..., squeezing my pussy down on his cock, and shrieking loudly. I could feel my husband's cum spilling inside me, warm, thick, disappointing."That was great, sugar," he moaned, kissing me on the lips."It was," I lied some more; I was becoming good at it. "The best, Sir." My pet name for Marshal. His name sounded like a military rank, so when we were. I carried her from the car to inside her home, carefully depositing her on the lounge chair. Sitting on the ottoman, I carefully removed her shoes and socks, noticing that a slight bruise was already forming on her affected ankle."Have you some ice in the freezer?" I asked her.She started to say that she could manage, but I cut her off and told her that I would make sure she was OK before I left, and that included getting some treatment for her ankle.I left her to retrieve the ice from the. "Trust me." I said then kissed her neck.Her breathing became shallow and fast, gasping each time I touched her, my hands softly running over her body. I pulled her t-shirt over her head then unhooked her bra and took that off her too. I led her over to the sex pillars and attached each of her wrists with the cuffs then stood back to set up my cameras. Once they were ready I texted our waiting Dad and watched Amber's reaction when she heard his boots thumping on the hardwood floor above. One Saturday night we decided to have a small get together and had 3 other couples and a friend of mine come. We cooked a nice meal, consumed a lot of alcohol and everyone was having a really good time. My wife drank quite a lot that night and was feeling the effects quite well. She was telling off colored jokes, walking very provocatively around the apartment, bumping into some of the guys quite on purpose. As the evening wore on we all played cards, listened to music and we danced with.