No Repeaters. I fucked-up!In any event, I was on the route to recuperation, or so I thought. Thus, being here in the glory hole, at a local swing club...Watching my penis being expertly manipulated, I pondered, "This is the road to recovery? All I see are speed bumps the height of Pike's Peak, and potholes the depths of Bingham Canyon Mine."For whatever reason, this wasn't feeling the way it used to; it wasn't feeling good. Even though I was no longer in a relationship, it felt wrong, contrived,. Marty commanded Mary to hit me again if my head came off the cushion. Again Marty offered to let me walk out of the door. Again I decided to stay and spread my ass cheeks. Marty began pressing the tip of his cock against my ass once more then withdrew. I felt Marty dip his fingers in the lubricant gel he'd wiped on my back and when his cock pressed against my ass this time, Marty began forcing the large, lubricated head inside me. My hands curled and grasped my ass cheeks harder as I forced. In your rage, you try to free yourself of your restraints, only barely able to arch your back. I push you down with all my weight on one hand. I shake my head slowly, punishing you with a look that could kill. You understand and I see tears of despair shoot in the reddened orbs looking back at me as conflicting emotions crash down on you over the realization that you were never really able to hide your extramarital indiscretion from me.You submit to me as I crawl off your body, to the end of. But for my screwed up luck, I had arranged a meeting today with a neighborhood mom(Nalini) by my broker. She came in there and she was shocked to see all of them.I said, “They are here just for a bath. Please come in and make yourself comfortable.”She had come here directly from her work and she looked like a manager. I told the three of them that she was my colleague and was here to discuss a project we are working on. They bought that story and we were all sitting on the couch. I got a.