”“Jen will tell you that she classes Martin as her husband, Joyce,” I replied, “I am the cuck hubby.”“So should I class her as his wife?�... Joyce asked hesitantly/“Yes, she would love that; please do that.” I quickly replied.Jen and Martin came down about twenty minutes later and they were holding hands and smiling. Jen came over to me and kissed me deeply and said good morning to me. Joyce came into the kitchen and smiled.“Would you and your husband like some breakfast, Jen?” Joyce asked,. She said she still had the keys in her possession and asked if I still had the device for her to see. I drove to her place which is three hours away. Once comfortable, I showed her the device. It’s a plastic device that went around my balls and over the shaft of my penis. Nervously she picked it up and examined every square inch of it three times over followed by a question I never thought I would hear. “Are you willing to wear this if I say I will be your keyholder as you described?” Of course. He felt the blood rush to his legs, and felt his hardness in his hand. He thought to himself, "That feels good." Reaching under her top, he found a nipple and squeezed it. Taking her mouth off him for a moment, she came closer to the edge of the bed propping with a pillow to raise the level of her mouth. Jagging himself, he entered the warmth and backed out again. Drool ran across her cheek onto the pillow. Taking his hand from himself, he pushed deep as she sucked like a baby. She watched the. She looks at him witha sly smile and he knows what she desires. She spread her legs wider, running her hands along her thighs, revealing her red panties. His eyes transfixed upon her. Instictively licking his lips. Her fingers trail her inner thighs, inviting, teasing, she looks up at him and coyly says "Want a taste" as she slips her finger in the waistband of her panties. Drawing it out, and offering it to him. He falls to his knees between her legs and takes her finger in his mouth. Suckig.