"I need to have a pee and a shower," my voice said to the girls as the covers were pushed back and my body ran to the bathroom. The door locked, I sat...feeling the relief as my body passed water. The shower was wonderful, if only I could wash off this body, wash away the memories that seemed to be getting stronger by the minute. After showering and brushing my teeth I returned to the bedroom. My mental picture of the bra, panties, tights and tacky supermarket uniform were all crystal clear. Me and the wife were on the sofa and Cherrie was on one of the chairs either side of the sofa. I went to do hot drinks and when I came back in the living room Cherrie was on her hands and knees on the floor in front of my wife licking her. To this day I have no idea how it started as neither would say. I put the drinks down and joined in by pulling Cherries shorts or trousers down don’t remember which as it was so long ago. Some things are burned into my memory but some are not. I started to. Even though everyone was outside with us, they were too drunk and the music was so loud you couldn't hear anyone. Once we got in the pool, I wasted no time getting her hot and fired up. We already had sex two times that day, but I was still horny for her. I hugged her from behind and slowly start kissing her neck. She responded with a small moan and then ground her big ass into me - instantly getting me rock hard. She turned around and gave me a kiss. I then held her in my arms and. She looked up at the mirror and saw herself looking her straight in the eyes saying, “I love being assfucked and treated like shit. Make me your whore, do whatever you want to me. I’m nothing but a hole. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” She couldn’t believe she was saying this at first, but as he continued to ream her ass she started thinking she might have had a point. She wanted this to happen. That’s why she was masturbating in the bathroom, that’s why she took off all her cloths, that’s why she.