Please may I sissygasm," I begged total debasingmyself and sending a thrill to my clit."Well since you asked so nicely dear of course you can, but rem...mber mywarning."She began to increase the tempo and once again my sissygasm built. As itwas I noticed my hard straining clit dangling above my mouth. MesmerisedI watched the pearl of sissy juice there expand and then start to drip.Almost in slow motion I watched the syrupy string stretch and then snap.Unconsciously I stuck out my tongue to. My legs like lead I endeavoured to walk over to the door. Looking inside like some trespasser, my wife had now taken up position on his bed on her back with her stocking thighs spread wide and open under the gaze of Tom who was quickly relieving himself of his clothes. Tom was a sturdy guy, short in height [smaller than my wife], but very muscular owing to his sporting prowess’s. There was a bedside lamp on and I could see clearly as Tom released his underpants, his penis was like a spear. She stands up near the bed, I look at her admiring her beauty. She turns around and walks to the drawer across the room, although I know that drawer is the key to my a pain, I only stare at her ass, moving from side to side as she walks. She returns with a long bar in her hand, I instantly recognize it, and feel a slight enthusiasm around my but hole. In the next few minutes as expected she tied my legs to the spreading bar , so that they were bended upwards. My ass practically inviting. A maximum cuckolding now being a given, as they prepared themselves for the big night out, they were both filled with excitement. No matter what happened, the concert was going to be a wild affair, and they were going to get right in the middle of it and have the time of their lives, hopefully with the help of the Acid Droppers band. They were going to be totally free to listen to the dirty music, get hit on, hopefully meet the looks requirements of the bands Pussy Search Squad. If they did get.