By evening 6 my father in law came home and he was lightly drunk. I told him lets have some more and i took the bottle in my car. I changed into a mic...o shorts and with a thin t shirt. He was in his dhoti and a cotton shirt. Mom in law made some food and was serving us the snacks I told him has she ever had a drink and he said no. Than I told him we should ask her to try once and that should be today. He also started forcing her and in the process I got up and held her by her hip and made her. There was nothing to be done at this point, so I kicked my horse and moved it through the gallop into a run to catch up to her. Once near her, I began slowing my horse and drew up alongside her as the truck passed by honking its horn, arms out each window waving.“No traffic, huh?”She only laughed, again. “Yeah. Friends of mine. They are what I wanted to show you.” Then, just before kicking her horse for more speed, “Or, you are what I wanted to show them.” I shook my head, my mouth agape and. Held there until her husband stuck two of his fingers into her pussy, collected some moistness, and pronounced that, yes indeed, he did still taste her lover's cum from the previous day's playdate . She remembered, and her thoughts came randomly: how he had at first, kissed her and bit her lips gently, while caressing her back, and feeling tingles run up and down her spine; and then how he wrapped his long arms around her and pulled her into him, so she could feel his heartbeat and mAke her. ”“Nice one, babe. Don’t forget the whip.”“Ha ha ha. I reckon he would let me if I wanted to. Guy’s a born submissive. He’d probably pay for it.”“It’s a thought, babe, isn’t it.”“It is, yeah.”We joshed around a bit about that. The idea of me luring Nigel into abject slavery. Maybe I could start bringing him back to the flat for me and Cin to abuse. We could strip him and tie him up and whip him till he’s screaming and begging for mercy, then just laugh and whip him some more. Maybe torture him.