We finally pulled up to my house and we sort of stumbled into the living room. I went to the bar to fix us some drinks but when I got back I found Kev...n and Terry lip locked. Kevin mentioned that the girls were up for some fun and were willing to switch partners if I was cool with it. Was I cool with it? They had to be k**ding! We moved to the bedroom where I had a king-sized bed and started to strip. My cock was already hard at the idea of having sex with Julie, let alone with Terry right next. His breath deepened and his fist worked harder and faster. Lube oozed out of his knob like a piece of split fruit.She had to be watching. Had to. Why else would she have started the fire only to run away and not see the flames?David's hips arched upward into the gathering force and speed of his stroking hand. His spine curled and his muscles tensed. A feeling of scandal and freedom flushed through his body as he winced and felt her watching from the safety of her shady house.She had to be. I would sometimes have some wine or a martini, then cook dinner, maybewalk out on the deck to feel the cool night air when it was dark. Oncein a while I might even sit outside looking at the house lightsreflecting around the lake and smoking some weed. Life went like thisfor many months, It was sweet and I was truly fortunate.Then one day in the mail I received a note that simply said, "We need totalk and I will be over Thursday at 7pm". It had with it five picturesof me in five different. At last all the pieces of the jigsaw fell into place. My parents had the kids for the weekend, I was 'visiting' a friend in the country, and left to his own devices, Jerome would be round at Fran's like a shot. Fran had promised that at three p.m. on Saturday afternoon, she and Jerome would be in bed, and they would be playing mild bondage games. Apparently Jerome enjoyed being tied to the bed and blind-folded, while Fran used her imagination... My husband... what a kinky old bastard he was.