As far as I was concerned, housework was an expectation. She should have been doing it properly all along. Before all this fetish stuff began between ...s, it had been a condition of her remaining employed after we married. So instead of praising her, I began inspections of the house. I brought out a notebook and walked around, writing things down.Karen was dying to know what was in it. I told her that on Sundays, I would go through what she did well and what she needed to improve on at a family. I was awakened several times that night as he was fucking me and I think sometimes he was doing it in his sleep. The next morning my body was sore as I woke up to his cock slapping my face. I opened my mouth and cleaned his cock off and he looked down and said don’t spill any and started pissing down my throat. I swallowed it all without losing a drop. He reached down and squeezed my belly and I let out an umf and he said hold on. He took my little pecker in his mouth and started sucking and I. About eleven, much later than we usually stayed up, parents began carrying sleeping kids home. Tom, Zena, Joanie, Maggie, and Shannon left with the promise to come back soon. They made us equally promise to come visit.Glenda and Martin sat droopy-eyed. I said, "You two need to go home and go to bed. Glenda, I'll fix coffee in the morning. I'll take care of the kids' breakfast too. You sleep in."She said, "No way. I'm the Grandma here. I'll be there with my kids for breakfast. Martin can sleep. We’ll take care of it, and I promise you we’ll make it work so we can stay together. But from now until Sunday, we’re finally free of exams and school, and I want to enjoy that time with you.” “You’re sure we’ll find a way?” “A hundred and fifty percent.” A smile tugged on my lips. “Okay. I promise.” “Good.” She kissed me, deeply, and I squirmed in delight. “Are you up for some kinky fun tonight?” “Always,” I answered without thinking. “Then how about that little poker game?” My eyes shot wide.