She stepped over to her dresser, picking up and taking a look at the choker, turning it over and over in her hand, considering. As he laid a dress out...on the bed, she turned, setting the choker back down, and smiled, “Oh ... that’s one of my favorites...” she said, moving over to the bed. He always seemed to pick out the nicest things, but she had noticed they were starting to repeat a lot, probably why he wanted to get her some more things to wear.As he turned to leave, she did not see any. He sees the rain lashing against the window as he sits in the armchair. Some weeks, it seems to never stop raining, but he doesn’t mind. He can sit in the cottage for a week without a problem. The rain rips across the last of the headland, chased in from Northern Ireland by endless westerlies, gathering fury and pace until it smashes itself against the rough walls of the house. The living room is small and, to most tastes, merely functional. His armchair sits next to the open fire, which he. Sandra’s your wife as well. She belongs to you. We’re your wives, your women. We’re yours, all the way, no question of that. Sure, if Steve goes for it, he’ll be in the mix, but we’ll be his women in a different way. We’ll be his sisters as well as his lovers. It’s a different kind of dynamic, of love. We’ll make love to him often, of course, but we will never forget that you’re our husband and we’ll make sure that we never neglect you at all. Nor will we ever neglect him. This is gonna be one. Robin sits there grinning, looking very content.Grinning back I rest my pint down on the table then, pretending to tie shoe lace, take a look underneath.As I suspected she has his pants undone and his big old cock out, wanking it. He looks as stiff as a rod. Getting back up I sit down close up to beth, who immediately swaps hands, bringing her right one into my groin, her left now taking over on robin. The table is quite high and has been pulled close in so it's difficult for anyone passing to.