Her brown eyes were wide and a smile formed on her luscious lips. They were possibly the fullest lips I'd ever seen, and the bright pink lipstick made...sure you'd notice. Cindy's were nice as well, but holy shit."I don't kno-" Dad began."Oh, dear, how sweet of you," Cindy said. "What an unexpected treat!" I-—I-" The protest wouldn't come out. I felt like I should protest, for Dad's sake, but I just couldn't bring myself to refuse these two blonde beauties.Dad tipped his glass to me. "The more. " And nights honey, don't forget the nights."Even though my husband had not taken care of his duties for the last two months I would have thought that the session with Phil the previous night and my "interview" with Jim that morning would have taken the edge off my need to get laid. But it seemed like just the opposite was true. Phil and Jim had merely whetted my appetite. Once in the room I turned to Don and said:"How do you want it honey? A slow strip, some teasing and a lot of foreplay, or. Feeling his hand, surprisingly gently rubbing my hot sore butt afterwards, telling me softly my ass would be beautiful in a couple of hours when the welts and bruises had ripened.I recalled being bent lengthwise over a sawhorse, wrists and ankles tied to each of it's legs, the center piece of lumber digging into my chest and belly, my tits hanging down. Tight clamps on each nipple with a chain connecting them. Before clamping my tits, he had run the chain through the handle of a two gallon. On the lead up to her birthday in the April Kate suggested a new game. She had read in one of her magazines about a couple that would meet in a hotel and pretend to be strangers. He had to seduce her into bed. The idea really appealed to my wife but I was less sure. As usual I relented. I was working in Manchester all of the next week so booked a hotel in her name for the Friday night. As agreed Kate would arrive by train and book in alone. She would then get dressed and I was to meet her,.