~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~We lay like that, a happy and contented mating pair, for what seemed like ages. Each now lost ...n our own thoughts. Until Jill broke the spell, lifting her mane of hair from my chest. The smile on her face telling me that whatever inner demons and turmoil she’d been fighting earlier had been jettisoned by our earlier talk. This new, different Jill smiling a knowing and mischievous grin in my direction.“So, my little cucky man, do you want. A fraction of a second later his snore is interrupted, he gasps in a breath and grunts. There is a pause as subconscious response connects with conscious thought. He emits a high pitched squeal and everything moves at once. His head snaps up, trying to get a good look at his bobbing penis. His eyes widen further as he realises he can’t move his arms or legs. I enjoy watching the muscles ripple as he strains, the gleam of sweat breaking out on his skin shimmering in afternoon light. The music of. . He sits there old thoughts of how his wife use to make love every night but, as time went on they moved apart .He seen her pink lace boy shorts slide down her tone slender calf muscle her pale skin look so good In them powder blue shorts as they hit the floor. He heard the shower water start to run as she moved out of sight he slowly stood up and moved in silence . He waited till he heard the shower door close before he stepped around the corner to see his beautiful lover , friend, wife . I had to have him. Claire had made a lovely dinner but it had obviously exhausted her as she went to bed as soon as it was over. James, Rob and I sat on the sofas with more drinks. So there I was - drunk, very horny and sat with my two favourite men - a recipe for disaster perhaps? Or satisfaction, depending on how you look at it. We were all very giggly by this point and the air of sexual tension was almost unbearable. I lifted myself from the sofa and almost fell, one too many glasses,.