"When we parked the car she tossed the straw hat in the backseat and insisted that we buy Atlanta Braves hats. I didn't see anyone else wearing high h...els. In fact, all the women and girls were dressed casually in sneakers, jeans, player's uniform shirts and Braves' hats. Was Sandy making a statement? She took my hand and skillfully guided me through the crowd.The seats were on the third base line, only three rows from the edge of the field. There was something about the stadium filling up that. She was on her toes and I strapped a belt to her wrists pretty snugly. She tried to turn around but I smacked her ass and tied her with a tie around her knees so the wouldn't get hurt much by the post. I ruffle a tie and put it in her mouth as a gag and tell her not to move. I lick her nipple till it's standing on end and I then I bite down on it. She lets out a small moan and I back away. I grab another belt. I make eye contact with her and I kiss her on the cheek. "This is gonna hurt," I said. I exhaled and even moaned slightly. That seemed to encourage Connie and she hugged my chest even tighter.“You’re going to love this” said Connie. She was obviously wearing a strap on and was now leaning back and thrusting into me as I tried to find a rhythm to continue fucking my wife.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-on and fucking me. We must have been some sight. “Reach up and. ” Each sexy style was approved by Dan and Claudia. The salesgirl looked on wide-eyed at the very unusual family.“Halter tops are nice too because you both have sexy looking shoulders,” he mentioned.“You know honey, wearing clothes like this, we’ll be call sluts and whores again,” Claudia mentioned.“I don’t care Mommy. I love being a slutty daughter for Daddy, the same as you love being his slutty wife.”“I have to agree with you for sure,” she smiled.“I hate having to wear a bra, especially on.