I begged her, but she said Keith was coming over tomorrow while I was at work and she wanted to be clean for him and it was to late to take a shower. ...I couldn't sleep all night and all next day at work all I could think of was her and him fucking in my bed! I closed up a tad early and sent my guys home so I could haul ass home. When I got home supper was ready and everything looked normal. I said to my wife as I headed into the kitchen I'm glad supper is ready I'm hungry. I really wanted to. When we got up there, he handed me a towel-like wrap-around with a snap on it to wear, since we were going to back into the water anyway.While he was getting something ready, I sat in a lawn chair on the deck facing the lake and he brought out a photo album with pictures of the property before the cottage was being built and at different stages of construction. I was genuinely interested in the photos and wanted to see all of them, so I just put my sandwich down on a small table. There was one. After several orgasms, she stood up and told me I was a good face fuck. My cock was so hard I hadn’t cum yet and my balls were aching, She reached down and undone my cuffs that was on my ankles she then lifted my legs up in the air and cuffed my ankles to the bedpost where my hands were cuffed to. She then got out a jar of vaseoline and started working it into my asshole. I was yelling your not going to fuck my ass are you? She replied no I’m not going to fuck you, Rob is! I then looked between. "When it comes to Peggy and the phone, 'wouldn't' is a non-starter. She never met a call she didn't like. Has she ever left you a short message on voicemail? I swear, she'll carry on both sides of the conversation with an answering machine. Someday they'll invent a phone that'll be grafted to her skull and she'll take it."Head bobs from the bunch as they masticated. I only called Peggy when I had at least an hour free to chat.I poked my meat again. I think it moved. Not a good sign. I decided.