I knew that my wife was more than ready for my cock but she hadn’t said the magic words yet so I got in position and just touched the head of my coc... to her opening. She smiled at me, looked at our daughters, and then said “Honey I’m ready to be fucked.” That was all that I was waiting for, I shoved my hips forward burying the full length of my cock into her pussy causing her to exhale loudly. After that I just fucked her steadily until I could take it no more, then I just fucked her brains out. Calling her husband in from the backyard, it was now time to spit Jessica she would need several hours to cook to be ready by 7:00PM for her Birthday Dinner. Jessica turned her back to her mother while she prepared the bindings that would hold her arms behind her back and secure her hands together. With that done her father helped her on to the table and down to her knees. Her father then grabbed a tit with one hand to use as a brace to steady her while keeping his other arm wrapped tightly. " Richie muttered."Uhhn ... I want Jason ... please, let him fuck me..."Jason swallowed, his cock stirring. He even took a half step towards her.Cassie leapt to her feet and pushed Jason back. "No! Melinda, please, take care of this yourself."Already mortified and gasping for breath, Melinda nodded and stood up, though her legs were shaky. She moaned and nearly collapsed as she tried to ascend the stairs. By the time she got to the top, the movement of her thighs had driven her halfway to. ‘See? Satisfied?’ It was the start of our first fight since I can’t remember—a real knock-down, drag-out squabble that went on well into the night. It wouldn’t be the last, either. There would be many more to come over the following days and weeks. ******** Things got worse. It was the following Tuesday when I got a call from Denise asking if she could cancel our next ménage. I’m not sure why I keep calling it that, except that it reminds me of better days—we were getting as ‘ménage’ as soured.