He shifted a little in his chair. I could tell this was not at all how he had wanted this morning to go. He seemed to be debating saying something, al...ost searching for the words. "I think I enjoyed it more than I expected," he finally said, I could tell he was about to just start talking so I let him go. "I had never really thought about doing it before you but it was good. There was something about watching your pussy get filled and then licking you that excited me. When he put his dick in my. I felt myself swoon and then orgasmic throbs consumed me. Then, a few moments later, I fell against his chest as his spurting organ went into decline. Breathless, we lay there in each other’s arms. But my ears were tuned to the doorway. I heard a slight creaking sound. Bobbie would be on tiptoe, headed downstairs and out, where he would wait for a while and then “return” from his evening out. That was last Saturday evening. And now, I find myself engaged in mental rehearsals and revisions of. " You can't," I said."I can, and I will." Sally replied. "You told me that I could have whatever I wanted to make me happy, and I want to be fucked while you watch."It slowly dawned on me that I did not have any choice in the matter as I was tied naked to a chair with Phil filming my reactions. I realised that this was all part of the game. I knew that Sally liked to dominate occasionally, and here she was now taking it a stage further by totally humiliating me. She also knew that I liked to be. I wanted to find out. After dinner and getting the kids to bed, I was very horny. I wanted inside Alison. I approached my wife for sex and she reluctantly agreed. (We are calling her Broomhilda to protect the frigid.) There was no kissing and no passion. Jacking off might have been just as satisfying, but perfunctory sex was better than no sex at all. That night, I still got hard dreaming about Alison. Would she really go through with it? Would she show up at the hotel and play the part of a.