“Rita, stop that.” I said sternly.“Then don’t touch me there!”I inserted my middle finger deep inside her. “Where?” I asked, innocent no....“Uh, uh!” she gasped as I curled my finger and rubbed her G-spot. “Inside me! Don’t touch me there! I can’t bear it!”I withdrew my finger and started playing with her clitoris again. Her hips gyrated again; she grabbed my hand and pushed it away. I let her, since we were already well past the point of no return. “Do you want a strip of hair left over your. " Jeff hesitated for a moment before nodding agreement. And asClarissa watched the images in the scrying disk, the two of them wentto Allison's bedroom where she instructed Jeff to lay down on the bed. "Now just close your eyes and relax," Allison told him. Clarissa was a little confused by what she was seeing as thisdidn't look at all like the violent rape that Allison had described.Then she gasped in surprise as Allison pulled out some handcuffs andquickly locked Jeff's hands to the metal. Jen wondered if she would have slept with Kasey instead of Matt if he had showed up. Well, she was sure she wouldn't have slept with Matt, not if Kasey had been there still.Why had she slept with Matt? She remembered some sentimental feelings that he had a crush on her, but now what she had been thinking was growing even fuzzier and fuzzier by the day of course, not that it had ever been clear. It would have been so much different if it had been Kasey, she knew, and deep inside she was relieved. .. My wife.This is the story of when she caught me in the act.I had been married for 10 years and had many trysts with guys during that time. There was a gay couple living down the road that I occasionally joined for a threesome. Tom was an old wealthy queen of about 65. James was Tom's young trophy toy-boy of about 25.My wife was away visiting her parents and not due back for a couple of days. I asked Tom and James round for diner. They arrived with a couple of porn movies for us to watch.