It had been a long and tiring day but by 6:30 p.m. we had pictures hung and cabinets filled. All we needed now was furniture and groceries and the cab...n would be a home away from home. We locked up and headed for home. Along the way we stopped for dinner and I slept for the remainder of the ride.Two weeks later the furniture store called to say the furniture was ready for delivery. Dad asked if they could deliver it the first Saturday in April and they said they could. We planned for another. As he stood next to me staring at the activity in front of us both he finally addresses me and says, “So you must be so happy to be Trish’s man, she is amazing”. To which there was a long pause. Was that a compliment, or a very perverse statement. I didn’t even know what to say back to him as we both stood in our tracks starring at the group of naked men in front of us sexually devouring my wife. I could obviously see that Jon was thoroughly enjoying himself with the drama unfolding in front of. Pain and pleasure were combining themselves more and more as she started to lose control over her body and mind. This guy was nothing she had experienced before, no man had ever managed to fuck her to a point where she was completely without will. He could do anything to her at this point and she had no willpower to resist. His breathing started to get raspy, the movement faster and faster, his cock growing inside her, filling her up like a pumped up balloon. She felt like through a haze that. I knew I couldn't really explain my urge to help, so I just began to relax and unwind. Accepting that I was to be taken care of was going to take a bit for me though."Mr. Adams?"Joan had walked up behind me as I watched Cheryl cleaning."Please, call me John. Mr. Adams was my father."Joan gave me a look and smiled. I could tell that she appreciated me for treating her as an adult."I have breakfast all ready for you." Oh, then lead the way. I'll be right behind."Joan stood a bit straighter,.