The bedroom door opened slowly. I sucked in my breath as her husband walked in. She lay on her side, naked beneath the covers. The air smelled of sex....I swallowed, waiting for her husband to notice.He closed the door softly and then he just fell on his side of the bed. I trembled in shock as he just started snoring. Mrs. Spencer lifted her head and motioned with her hands. I crept out slowly, my heart beating too fast, trembling my body.I inched my way to the door, my futa-cock swaying before. A loud pop came from my shoulder and I screamed. The pain was horrible. As a youngster, a friend taught me, if I were going to fall, it’s best to release your knees and dropped straight down. Instinctively I did, but not wanting to drop Kathy. I ended up squatting, my right hand on the ground for balance, Kathy in my lap and the sling still holding. Shifting my weight a bit, I maintained my stance. My eyes were grimaced in pain and when I opened them, she was staring at me, fear in her eyes,. Vince didn’t rush to the bedroom. Instead, I had time to go to the basement and get the acrylic cane, feeling its weight as I carried it up the stairs.I had plenty of time to get into appropriate cane position, with my panties pulled down and my dress pulled up, my hands leaning on the bed as I held myself in a bent over position with legs spread slightly and back slightly arched. I had plenty of time to hold still and allow the dread to build. It felt like an eternity before the door finally. The guy humping her face was shoving a fat cock that seemed to be ten inches long down her throat. And the three video cameras were all set up, preserving the occasion for the future. I felt a bit self-conscious as I stood there watching my wife getting gang banged. My cock is a respectable seven inches, but I was dwarfed by these studs. It looked like a big dick convention. And there I was, the husband of this woman, having to wait for strangers to finish before I could fuck her.But, as.