There we were, the three of us: My wife hanging in a doorway, me holding her legs up and thrusting into her as Connie was behind me, wearing a strap-o... and fucking me. We must have been some sight. “Reach up and hang on to the wrist cuffs that hold your wife up.” said Connie. “They will hold you. I’ll hold your wife’s legs up.”I let my wife’s legs go and reached up to grab the straps that suspended my wife in the doorway. Connie was holding my wife’s legs up, kind of like a wheelbarrow, and we. So I start rubbing my legs thumb on her legs n she didn’t react then I got courage then I start lifting up her gown up to her ass. It takes at least 1 hour as I am also afraid what will happen if she wakes up but nothing wrong happened.Now I put my palm on her ass n she still didn’t react. Now I am rubbing her ass very slowly finding her ass crack. Then I move my hand little forward n I found her pussy hairs then I tried to find pussy crack but I failed because I was afraid too then I came back. The possibility of a double tragedy greeted his thoughts but he dismissed it as he realized the boy would not get to the stricken little girl in time. The machine was barely thirty yards away now. It would scoop the poor child into its angry, mauling, spinning arms in less than six or seven seconds—the boy would arrive two or three seconds later—too late to do anything other than attempt to stop the horrible device and recover the mangled screaming lump of flesh. The woman, obviously the. Without formally discussing it, we had formed a thruple. While Louisa still had her own place, she spent nearly every weekend with us, from Friday evening though Sunday evening. She even kept some of her office attire at our house in case she stayed over Sunday night.We knew it was time to really talk about what we were doing one Saturday night as we were lying in bed with Louisa between us.She turned to Wallace, stroked his cheek, and said, “I love you.”She then turned to me, stroked my cheek,.