Fair is fair.The chain was barely long enough for him to take a decent stride when walking. It made traversing the stairs awkward, but he wore it none...heless.The note on the kitchen table told him that there was a bowl of fruits and cheeses and a pitcher of ice tea in the refrigerator that would need to be carried to the garage in time for her arrival at noon. He glanced at the clock. It said 11:58, so he carried the bowl and the pitcher to the garage along with the single plate and glass that. She was deliciously kinky, much like me, and a far better fit for me as a spouse and primary partner in life than Felicia, that much was clear.Felicia honestly seemed to care most about money, status, and things like that. Pippa cared most about serving her man, pleasing me, and earning my favor. The contrast was like night and day, and didn’t bode well for Felicia at all, especially once she learned that I had a wife. She was gonna blow her stack when she learned of this, I just knew it. Mom. After I pulled off her panties I sniffed her beautiful, sweet womanhood for a minute, taking in the beautiful aroma before I buried my tongue into her hot, soaking wet pussy like a Wildman drilling for oil. I gently sucked on her throbbing clit and licked the folds of her pink, sweet pussy lips, making her squirm until she grabbed me by the back of my head and trusted my face into her as she quivered with an incredible orgasm. Then, she immediately did this for me while clutching a breast with. And I told her that she hasn't seen shit yet. Later that evening we went to the toga party, and I had scored some really good pot after we arrived. So we were feeling very good, but hungry. We hit the buffet and met a couple named Pete and Becky, they were a wild couple who lived to have a good time. As we ate, I noticed that my wife and Becky were really getting along well. And had made plans for us to hook up after the party for a nightcap. I had known that my wife was Bi but never told her.