I was the “head of our house”. It was about time I got a little bit of what I wanted out of this relationship.The little bit of alcohol (enough th...t I could feel it, not enough to make me drunk) helped to unlock those buried feelings and gave me the courage to act on them. I walked down the hall with confidence and, dare I say, authority. I opened the door to the study.I wouldn’t have believed you if you told me what I would see when I opened that study door. I wouldn’t need to pull my wife’s. I smile and look over at Mom who is sitting with Carlos and Helen on the couch. Mom is kissing him, his hand on her breast, pulling at a nipple while his other is behind her head, pulling her to him. Helen is also active, her head is in his lap, she is kissing and licking his cock from the bulbous head to the base and then to his balls.I am with Tim on the other couch. He is on his back, in my lap and suckling intently on my nipple, as if he expects to extract some milk. He won’t, of course,. Kevin slid up between my legs, touching his Army ring hanging around my neck. He gave it to me a month after we started dating, since then I have worn it on a chain with the dog tags that say:Property of US Soldier Pv2 Moorman.He smiled as he looked into my eyes, and kissed my forhead. I was to lost in his hazel eyes that I didnt even pay attention to him stripping of his ACU pants. I was brought back to reality, when I felt the tip of his thick cockhead enter my dripping hole.Kevin slowly. "I am. You have my undivided attention tonight. I will not share you with anyone — especially not Angelina Torres."BUS-TED!Well, not really. Dianna already knew Angie was my Personal Assistant. She also knew I had had sex with the lovely Latina that first night at Rob's condo because I had told her everything about that afternoon and evening. Since then - and the dust-up over my 'date' with Daniel - she hadn't pressed me about subsequent liaisons, just as I hadn't probed her about her business..