Except...The working arrangements and house rules for our family turned out to be whatever Francine wanted them to be. In order to maintain 'domestic ...ranquility' in our household, I found that I simply needed to go along with whatever Francine wanted.Oh, once in a while, I could get my way in something innocuous. But, by and large, how often and where we went out, who we had as our circle of friends, and how we managed 'our' finances were all determined by my loving wife. I simply wanted peace. The first three lads made her swallow their loads which she had tried to resist but when it came to the fourth one she was looking forward to completing the set, she had orgasmed twice during the last blowjob and when guy number five presented her with his cock she knew that she had to have his load as well as she played with her pussy making sure that they climaxed together.When she looks at you she knows that you are not cross but have been listening intently to her story. She slides a hand. "Don't say anything Gina." I cut her off. "Unless you want to tell me the truth." Nick you must believe..." Gina began again, but stopped when Bruce followed by his paralegal with a young man sporting slicked back hair, complete with a shiny suit, white shirt, and red power tie, walked into the room. Bruce and his paralegal sat on our side of the table. "Slick" was across the table on the other side.Bruce did not even bother with introductions. "You requested this meeting." Bruce addressed. "I continued to squeeze her breasts, rolling her nipples with my fingers, and said, "I think you are an amazing, sexy woman, but if you really want me to stop, I will."She said, "Your hands on my breasts feel so good, but I feel guilty."I said, "Your breasts feel amazing in my hands, and I won't say anything to anyone, there is nothing to feel guilty about, and we can both enjoy ourselves. And I leaned over her and put my mouth over hers, kissing her, our tongues going in and out of each.