PJ accepted my invitation for a glass of wine. I poured one for her, and suggested we go out onto the small balcony overlooking the Pacific. I gesture... for her to sit in one of the chairs on the porch.I started slowly, "PJ, we are a unique and loving group of people. We have very open relationships with each other. Do you know what polyamory is? Well, we're it."She slowly said, "Poly means many, and amory has something to do with love, so the word means something like loving many. That must. I had the bedroom door wide open. I dressed down to a tiny pair of red g-strings and a push-up bra. I sat down reading a book waiting to hear his footsteps going up the stairs. A while later I heard him coming up, I threw the booked down, grabbed a bottle of moisturiser and started rubbing my legs, putting one leg on the chair, positioning my ass towards the door to show off my best attribute. I turned my head to see if he notices. Charlie walked pass the room taking a quick peek before. It started a few months ago after they had a heated argument. They had been married for several years, and to them both it seemed like little things would get under each other's skins and build until there was an argument, followed by the bad moods, then the apologies, the make-up sex... It was all a cycle. They liked the up part of the cycle, but it seemed to go hand-in-hand with the down part. That is, until Amanda ran across an article on the Internet talking about maintenance spankings. At. .. savaged ... I could feel him harden even more 3 minutes into his heavy breathing and gutteral sounds and I knew he was painting my insides cum white... the bucked hard a few more times and I could hear the loud slurp as he disengaged out of my twitching hole and felt his juice leaking out hitting my leg. He was still holding me by the neck and I heard his zipper going up... the door unlocked and opened. I can imagine the view from the outside... exposed buttocks in the light from the video!.