Father a double murderer, grandfather a Nazi war criminal, damn, my family closet had some skeletons to spare! I was determined not to follow their ex...mples.Thinking back on the present and focusing on what my wife did to Eddie’s, suffice it to say that Britta-Lise and Melissa both made their husbands proud with their delightful Sapphic romp. The harder and rougher my wife got with her, the more the inner pain slut in Melissa came out to play and the closer another anal orgasm came. Watching my. “Yes..I…” I stopped mid sentence.“Oh right so not the stuck up little virgin then.” Josh mocked, “So who is the lucky boy then?”“None of your business.” I said angrily. I was angry at myself not at them, but there was no way I was going to tell them about James.About six months previously my best friend James and I had been talking about what we would like our first time to be like. Anyway to cut a long story short we decided to be each others first. It wasn’t brilliant and we both wondered. Fuck. How do I tell mom I’m an owned slave now? I still don’t think I can do it.She finally entered the shower, although she remembered having a better one with two other bodies at the end of the night before Brenda drove her back to the bar. They made out while standing by her car, as ordered, before she got in. Knowing they’d made several onlookers either hard or wet, she drove home with additional satisfaction.I guess I got used to playing with Brenda. Not that I’d play with her without. " And wasn't he now holding her hand like some lover?For Jake, watching in a mix of fear and confusion, it was just unbelievable. This monster was actually making love to his wife. He had kissed her, and worse, she had appeared to enjoy it. He had held her breast, which she didn't appear to resent, and had uttered those magic words that he had translated and used in their most intimate moments.Now he was holding her hand, or was he? For even as Jake watched Priapus had placed her hand on his.