Sorry. I had promised to behave,’ she said as she squeezed my cock. ‘Are we still married?’ ‘I have not filed for divorce.’ ‘I have not e...ther.’ Her hand stayed on my crotch. She was wearing one of her new shirt and shorts outfit. She looked delicious. ‘You look fabulous,’ I said. ‘Not delicious?’ I laughed and admitted that, ‘Yes, delicious.’ ‘That is the still best compliment I have ever gotten. I had hoped I would get one with one of my new outfits. Now I expect one with every outfit.’ ‘Oh,. “Ok,” I said, even though I wasn’t a bit hungry. As soon as I heard Shelly go back in the kitchen, I raced back to the bathroom to retrieve the magazine. As quietly as I could, I replaced it in the closet, making sure to put everything back the way I found it. All through lunch I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had seen. Visions of those girls naked, and actually having sex played over and over in my head. I probably hadn’t said a word at all. Shelly startled me. I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head and I went to reach for my scalp when I realized my hands were bound together. What the fuck? I thought. Now I was scared. I tried to slip my hands from the ropes that held them together. I rolled off the dirty mattress and felt around with my feet to get a feel for the size of the room. It was barely bigger than a closet. I was dressed just in my thong, my bra and a tank top. My pussy wasn’t sore so I didn’t think I had been raped, flooding me. “More, more, more…” her husband was encouraging our double act. We both stepped up the speed and we both fucked our cocks into her. She seemed to love it all. The intrusion into her cunt, and my cock hitting the back of her throat, sometimes making her gag a little.We must have fucked her fast like that for about thirty seconds. It was thirty seconds of exquisite sensations and horniness that took its toll on my cock.“I’m fucking cumming…” I announced. She moaned into my cock as I fucked it.