”“That’s illegal,” I replied.Again, he tried to wave me off. “He’s in Nevada, it’s fine there.”“How do you collect the money then?�... I asked.“Full of questions tonight, aren’t we, Blondie? He wires me the money. People have their ways. I can bet on sporting matches outside of the country if I want. There’s always a way to get money to people.”For all of my ex-husband’s shitty attributes, he abhorred pseudo-legal pastimes such as gambling and betting. He also claimed to hate secretive business. I gagged on his dick each time he thrust it down my throat. I tried to pull away but he was too strong. I was high and overpowered and my eyes were watering. He finally pulled his dick out of my mouth and I stood up. He spun me around, both of us facing the mirror, him standing behind me. He pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles in one yank. “Jimmy, we shouldn't,” I cried half-heartedly. Jimmy’s dick had easily slipped into my wet pussy. Kat was going to kill me. I started to. I know how your fingers can work magic on me and honestly, they felt like your handiwork just knowing where my pressure points are. Feeling my headache going away I groaned, “Whatever you are doing Don’t Stop! This feels soooooo good.” It was the sound of her voice (Sandra’s) that brought me back to earth. It was right low and soft.I slowly turned around in my chair and there she was in just her black lace-top stockings and matching garter belt. With the door closed and the lights dimmed down a. After a lot of deliberations we finally agreed that I will kiss them, suck their tits and pussy, but no fucking. A soon as I was unable to hold myself and had the urge to fuck I would jump on my wife and start fucking her. She was like a safety valve for my cock ( lund ) while the girls had no safety net and would continued to vibrate with multiple orgasms without being able to get a lund in their pussies. This was a like a dream coming true. We called in both the girls and explained what I.