That pussy he was fucking was supposed to belong to my father, not some unknown stranger. Why was she spread out on the couch for this man? Why the co...ch and not the king sized bed only thirty or so feet away? Where was my father? Why was he letting this happen? Why was my cock so hard? Neither of them had seen me come into the room so I quietly sat down in the recliner and watched.My evening had started out with promise. I picked up my fiancée for a dinner and dancing date and we went to. As soon as I saw her execute the transfer I snatched up my phone and used my banking app to transfer the money immediately into another account. I didn’t want my mother to know where I kept my money.“So is that it now Nathan? Have you finished blackmailing your mother?” she said scornfully.I ignored her; my attention was taken by a package on her desk. The slim rectangular package contained hosiery. There was a picture on the front of the packet of a woman smoothing out the product along her. Of course this freedom comes with the need to comply, give my 'Cuck-Hubby', his daily pleasure, and today is no different, he knows I am desired by someone at work, a man just waiting for my nod of acceptance, but I keep him at arms length until hubby gives the signal, and when he does, I am turned over to this man, for his amusement.Shaved and smooth, stockinged without panties, sheer black on white flesh, and the pièce de résistance, today I would wear a smallish attachment, a 'Wireless. The first part of manoeuvring had gone fine. Going forward was never a problem to her, but reversing always caused her some anxiety. She managed to get a tyre stuck fast between two bars of the grid, bending one a little to allow the tyre to pass through. It was terrible luck really, but seemed to happen to her every time she selected the reverse gear. Something would always happen, get in the way of her. It was always unlucky, a million to one chance, but she had accidents in reverse as often.