Though my wife and I had had a pretty hot sex life of our own during the early years of our marriage, recently, I was only getting pussy once a week a...d that was during our "Saturday night screw." She could still be a hot piece of ass when she wanted to be, but when I got horny any other time, Judy would scoff me, saying "Not till Saturday, Matt. You know the routine."That was the problem; we'd gotten too routine. And I was both bored and horny; Mary Hand and Her Five Ugly Daughters were. Maybe it was my hormonal condition. I recall I stayed horny throughout each of my three pregnancies. Maybe it was left over from the sexual afternoon and evening. Maybe it was a result of the conversation we had just had.I turned on my side to look at my husband in the dark. I saw Gina had done the same thing. I could not see her face, it was hidden by Chuck’s head. I could see her shoulder and arm. I reached over and put my hand on Chuck’s chest and played with the soft hair before running my. I mean... Oh, my god.”“Right?” groaned Mary.“Wow,” Britney gushed. “I mean... Wow. They're both in you, Mommy.”“Yes, they are.” Mrs. Meyers shifted. She stared into my eyes, her baby blues so deep and intoxicating. “Now you two have to fuck me.”“Yes!” I groaned and kissed her.I drew back my cock, moaning into the MILF's lips. My futa-dick and Mary's slid out of the MILFs cunt. The heat of her pussy squeezed about us. It was incredible to experience. I shuddered, my snatch clenching.Mary thrust. McGregor screamed."Down on your hands and knees, climb up to the room that way, then bringyour chosen instruments in your mouth."Stuart has to make six trips to the dread room room.Mrs. McGregor thought to herself "I really like that. Nice andhumiliating. I'll take this up again after our session." Very good Stuart. Line them up on the coffee table.You brought a hair brush, a paddle, a small tawse, a strap, a birch anda cane."Excellent choices, slave. Now, here are the rules to the game.When.