“Would you like to sit over there and watch these two take turns fucking my mouth, licking and fucking my pussy and fingering and fucking my asshole...with their big cocks?” I still couldn’t move or speak, my mouth was too dry and I was rooted to the spot. “I guess not!” Mr Ten said and let the door go. As it closed slowly, I caught a glimpse of my wife pushing her mouth down on Mr Eight’s cock. Just before the door closed, my hand shot out to stop it from locking and without a sound, I squeezed. I apologized but also reminded her of the many times her job had caused us to miss dates and events over the past couple of years. We'd missed multiple events due to late nights she'd had to work because of some case her firm was handling.Unfortunately, we had the worst fight of our relationship the night she flew out.That next day I was able the work with our printer and find a workable solution. It looked like my professional ass was saved. It also looked like, with a little luck, my personal. She looked at herself in the mirror, and wonderedif she should wear underwear, but decided that as all her clothing was going tobe torn up, it would be a waste of a good set of underwear, and walked out ofthe bedroom wearing only the skirt, top and shoes. Leaving and locking the house, Alice movedto the car and started it. This was the time, this waswhat she had been after for so long, so why did she feel so nervous? Nervous, but so hot, a heat that had nothing to do with the risingsun. The. Her back was to me as she began to dry her body, then she dried her hair. I could see her breasts swaying as she rubbed her head, not all of them, just an angled view as she moved.She dried her legs, bending from the waist, now I knew why there were no stray hairs earlier, her pussy was bald, smooth. As she dried her legs, switching from one to the other, my view of her changed. Now you see it, now you don’t. I left before I was caught.She stayed in her room for most of the day, I just kept.