..”“We’ll be gentle, Dad.”Giggle. “Or not.”“YOU!” I told Deena. “Go turn on the light in your bedroom.”“Nobody cares, Dad,” sh... pouted.“Plausible deniability.”The shower was uncharacteristically short, only a cursory amount of extracurricular activity. We got out, dressed, went to dinner.You might guess what much of the conversation was about.It’s been a long time since I wanted a social meal to end.When the lights went out, I was a dried-out husk of a man.Middle of the next day was another of. After about a minute, he said, ‘You’re into this, aren’t you?’ I nodded. ‘Did that bloke you were with earlier leave you like this?’ I nodded again, smiling. ‘And you find this exciting?’ Nod. ‘Sexually exciting?’ Nod. I glanced down at his trousers which were starting to tent. Blue was licking at my legs. The man clipped Blue’s lead back onto his collar and pulled the dog away from me. Then he started to look at me, and the scene, more closely. Tentatively, he reached out his hand and cupped. ‘I don’t mind your asking for privacy, really, I don’t.’ I leaned in and once again we were kissing. I slid the straps of her dress down off her shoulders exposing her luscious breasts, I couldn’t wait to taste them. I kissed them both, licked around the areola until her nipples were hard little berries for me to devour last. Day started groaning, her breathing increasingly more shallow. I reached under her dress with one hand, with the other I guided her mouth back down to mine. I didn’t. Breaking away from my reading, thinking about the whorish and slutty ways these wives enjoyed themselves had put me into the mood to do something that I hadn't done since High School, that being to masturbate. Which became a great release for the fire inside me.From that day on, while my husband was at work, his wife read and masturbated. His collection grew to ten magazines. Some of the stories had definite marks of wear and tear. They involved the wife having a group of black men taking her.