About three thousand, I think but Bert kept his own counsel on that.” Again, my mind reeled at the thought of three thousand like these two. Uncle B...rt must have been a stud of the first order.“Did you have other men?” She smiled softly.“Bert loved orgies, swapping, threesomes, foursomes, anything involving sex. I was his party girl and we would party hardy.” She got a far away look in her eye.“What are you thinking?” I asked.“A few times Bert thought he was not enough for me, that I needed. Talking in a calm voice, he explained to her what her position in life really was to him. She had known in her heart, at that moment, that he was right. She was a dirty whore, whose only purpose was to suffer for him. She knew this. She wanted this. She feared it in a way she had never feared anything else in her life, but she knew in her heart that it was the truth and at that moment she made up her mind that no matter what, she would please him. She would suffer whatever was needed to please. He rubbed his fingers through her messy hair and kissed her neck as she now sat on his lap. Nothing needed to be said. Robert embraced his wife and they snuggled up on the couch, falling asleep right there. Days went by and everything appeared to be back to normal. In fact, their sex life seemed to be a lot more exciting. They now engaged in hot, kinky sex on a more frequent basis. It was 4:30 pm on a Wednesday afternoon when a text came through to Robert’s phone. Message from unknown 4:30. He movements moved the sofa and impacted on me, Charlotte was imposing herself on my sex. I felt a massive surge of humiliation as Charlotte was the one causing the glorious sensations on my pleasure zone. It was as if she herself was masturbating me, making me feel guilty. I watched her rock faster and faster, getting more and more worked up, causing more shuddering impact on my pussy. I was immodestly impaled by the beautiful feelings, my reserve leaking away with each light stroke upon me..