‘He’s screwing my wife.’ She looked up at me and nodded. I looked down at the floor for a moment, recalling the moment I saw my wife in our bed ...ith him — the slightly younger, slightly fitter business partner. Didn’t she vow to forsake all others, to be with me in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer? She liked the richer part — the company had been floated on the stock exchange and she’d enjoyed the perks that had come with that, yet she’d also taken advantage of the time I’d spent. “What’s up, Trevor?” Brian asked.“Okay, Brian, “I said, “When we stay there and Jen shares your room.”“Yes,” Brian answered.“You only have the one queen size bed,” I said nervously.“Yes.”“Would you mind if she shared your bed as well?” I asked.“Absolutely!” Brian shouted, “If you don’t mind.”Jen was listening and prompted my words.“I don’t mind, we don’t have a sexual relationship so it won’t bother me if you sleep together,” I stuttered.I was shaking with excitement.“Jen wants to know what you. Just recalling it made her pulse race. Her own tiny asshole fluttered and clenched as she thought of it happening to her.And yet she herself had been crushed between two men on two different occasions, feeling their hard cocks fucking in and out of her cunt and coming in hot wild bursts of screaming pleasure. She knew it was only a step from what she had done to Chelsey's squealing ecstasy.Her parents were away on vacation, leaving her and Billy alone for the week. And dwelling in her. I’m wearing 5′ stiletto heels, black stockings with garter belt, lacy black panties, a short black skirt which just skimmed my buttocks, a lacy black 36C bra and a see-through, white lacy top which showed off my plump breasts magnificently. Master walked around me, glanced up and down then said “Good my pet but you’re not ready yet.” Slowly he unfastens a few buttons on my blouse, then pulls my breasts out of the bra and starts gently chewing on my nipples to make them erect. Once those.