He needed to have a lighter meal. I could eat what I wanted; it takes little energy to sit and I wouldn’t need to be active until hours after he lef..., hours after she was allowed off the floor. But that was later; this was now.She ate salad.The discussion at dinner stayed benign. Truth is we barely knew each other. As I mentioned, I only used our dim connection at a local country club as a pretext for this dinner, one he gladly embraced due to his lust for my wife. Just cocky enough to confess. The hit man was going to be a detective who would record Dr. Prick making the deal to have his wife killed. They would wait to make the arrest until I got my revenge; as long as I promised not to kill anyone (both detectives involved had divorced cheating wives). I could see uncle Sal’s fingerprints all over that deal, God bless him.A week later, the day before the two adulterers had their regular mid-week romp in my bed; the cops had the evidence they needed. Now, as per our deal, it was my. I felt a hand on my cock and glanced down. It was Chrissy touching me. Her other hand was in Rena's crotch, feeling her up.I slid my other hand over, feeling Rena's crotch again through her pants along with Chrissy, then finding Chrissy's pussy and cupping it from the front. She was wet with excitement and from having three hands on her naked pussy, and her kisses became even more passionate.I slid my other hand up, finding both Chrissy's and Rena's breasts. Chrissy's nipples were standing up. By this point, Justin was nothing more than putty in their hands. His cock became rock hard and Justin was whispering for someone to shove their cock up his ass. He was delirious with joy and inwardly craved to feel a cock, anybody’s cock, fill the burning hunger his ass was torturing him with. In short, his angelic whispers was being answered when he felt a large bulbous cock head press sharply against his cock addicted asshole. It was Chuck, and he was wild with passion as he pushed hard to.