Pleasure shot through me. My clit throbbed, drinking in the pleasure of grinding on him. My ass clenched. My heart pounded faster as I stared into my ...usband's brown eyes. An exhilarated rush buzzed through my veins.My husband had such power, and he trusted me for my advice. I could guide him. Help shape things. It was intoxicating.“There's a certain cheerleader,” I purred. “You deserve a reward for saving the day.”A smile grew across his lips.I kissed him, grinding harder on his dick, the rush. Before she could whimper any more, I started kissing her and petting her. I ramped up the intensity so much that I think she’d have consented to her deflowering on the spot.“And that begins the next part of our celebration,” Joan said. “Everybody gets some time in Jacob’s lap. Let’s say five minutes each for the first round and see who has clothes on at the end of that. You get to go last,” she said, pointing at Livy. Livy blushed again but I was too busy to pay attention.We didn’t get naked,. My wife and her sister are similar both size and height wise, but my sister in law has larger breast and slightly bigger ass. My wife is more reserved in public, but my sister in law can be somewhat annoying as she says what she wants without thinking. She is also a little on the wild side. When she arrived I answered the door and greeted her. As my wife has distanced herself from her family most of our married life, I haven’t been in much contact with her family. I was somewhat surprised. "Awww, why can't I join you two?" She kissed me. "Fine, but then you need to make sure I have fun today!" Well, what did you want to do?"She hopped up from the table and headed to the back door. It was obvious she had chosen the bunker over a tabletop fuck session.We went to the shed. She closed and latched the door, and slid back the shelves. I pulled open the trap door and down the ladder we went. In the passageway, I saw some new additions to the shelf. There was rope, handcuffs, an.