Our kisses grew more intense, longer and deeper. The dress slipping off her shoulders. I held it as she stepped out of her dress, then deftly tossed i... to drape over the back of the chair. “I will hang that for you properly later. Just now, my hands are full!” I scooped her up this time with each of my hands cupping her corresponding bum cheeks. She was now clad in only the delicate lace green and red lace of her bra and knickers and the pair of thigh-high stockings I had bought her especially. I began to think she had gotten freaked out and decided she wasn't going to play. I got down on my knees and looked through the hole. I was going to reassure her this would be fun. What I saw was more than fun ... it was fantastic! But not what I expected either.My wife was fulfilling the fantasy. Apparently there were two glory holes in this booth. The one I was at and one in the adjacent wall. Someone else had gotten her attention before I did and she was sucking like a woman possessed. My. "You want to keep... You think this is going to happen again? What the hell is wrong with you?" Nothing's wrong with me," he snapped defensively. "You attacked me in my sleep! What the hell is wrong with you? You told me you wanted me, and I believed you, and that’s after you cam home drunk. Helluva way to celebrate your recovery." But I…But….," Rachel stammered, as the tears streamed down her cheeks. "But I didn't think I would ever... no matter how drunk I got. I didn't... You don't. Then he dropped his hand to my pecs and slapped me across my nipples. I didn’t make a sound, and he nodded, “yeah pig boy, you are gonna love this!”While Chris was detailing how I would be his and Steve’s fuck toy/slave, Steve had put on a chain mail jock strap, harness, armband on his left bicep, and black work boots to the knee. I assumed a submissive stance as they took off all of my gear, including my cock ring. Chris was pulling on his gear as Steve was pulling my play gear out. He.