"I'm sorry, Cindee. You are very, very beautiful."Her rage instantly turned to confusion, then to anguish. She pulled her fingers out of herself and c...vered her face with her hands, bursting into tears. "All of you! You're all such..." I stepped forward by instinct. Reached down and put my arm around her shoulders. She collapsed against me and cried hard. Her chest heaved and her fingers gripped my Van Halen shirt. I smoothed her hair and made comforting sounds and eventually her muscles. Although she came from a very conservative part of the country with her competitive swimming (or should this read swinging?) she had had many premarital sex encounters both with male and female swim team members and the ever lecherous life guards.Our married sex life was very vanilla. I thought conservatively tame. For as a young married couple we only had sex once a week and this was dictated by whether Debbie had a swim meet or not the next day. We had regular sex, her allowing me to play. I asked her if her pussy was wet. She said yes it is. I said people it. She ran her right index finger up between the lips and then wiped it under my nose. I told her I had a surprise for her when we get to the cabin. She asked what it was. I told her that Mark and Doug would be coming up to fuck her all weekend while I take pictures and video them. She squirmed in seat and said oh yes. I told her that she had at one time take them both at once. She loves double penetrating. I asked if she. .. How long have I been here?" She raises an eyebrow and drops to her knees, I bounce against her, as she moans and leans down to whisper, "That doesn't matter, but it does help my ministrations... This means it's working as planned..." She licks my earlobe and I shiver, feeling my cock growing more erect, as my head now rests against this temptress’ pussy. She chuckles, "That's improving as well..." She climbs off and hangs the whip on a post of the bed and as I find my feet are bound too, I.