They both gave their thanks as they got out and then they were gone. I would have liked to have gone for a drink myself but that was out of the quest...on. I did what other cuckolds had done before me, drove back home alone and waited. Waited for that call telling you that they were ready. Ready to be taken back home so that they could go to bed. It is the waiting that gets most cuckolds; waiting for your wife and her lover until they are ready. “I hate the waiting,” one cuckold author had. It was my birthday, and I had planned a long lunch hour in bed with her before heading home for a duty-fuck with my wife. Instead of her white pants, though, Carol had on black slacks and I could see a panty line under them. In addition, her cheek was swollen. She saw me staring at her face and then her slacks. She explained with a blush."We've got a problem today, Marv. I've been at the dentist all morning and my mouth is still feeling the Novocain. No blow jobs for you today, I'm sorry to. " I worked a finger into her and started finger-fucking her slow and easy. She stopped sucking to say, 'bowling ball, ' which is a code, sort of, to mean the way you grip a howling ball, which means sexually... Well, she turned around so her back was to me and she was leaning over my belly, with her rump in easy reach of my right hand." She likes 'bowling ball'; it's a variation that gets her really worked up. When Marsha is really lathered she is like a sex maniac. I knew she was interested in. "Come on Helen," I said, "Lets take this to the bedroom."While Ty undressed her I went down and got six moth old Sasha and brought her upstairs. Sasha was sleeping, at least for now, and I put her down in a corner of the room. Ty and I stood looking down at Helen and appreciating the view. Her tits were huge and stuck up like mountain peaks and she had a bald pussy. I could see her eyes watching us, trying to figure out why we weren't taking advantage to what she was so willing to give us.Ty.