I called them, and made an appointment. I generated some kind of excuse. A ‘conference,’ I think. It really didn’t make much difference, because...the more I was away, the more Sheila and her now-nine guys could play. Nine horny men … three times each … that’s at least 27 loads of spurting manhood dumped into the cum-slut I was chained to, every couple of nights. I charged up the wood-burning stove with charcoal, grease-sticks and kindling for an easy lighting and long, slow burn, just like I. ”“I don’t have a choice. Have to do it,” she said.It amazed me and kind of scared me what kind of hold this guy had on my wife.She did it, though, went into the bathroom with them and came out fifteen minutes later walking kind of funny. “It feels weird,” she said, “like they’re going to fall back out. I have to clamp down to hold them there.”She left them inside her. We still had things to do that day. I had a hard time believing that my wife was actually going to spend a whole weekend with. Priya was finished with William, so I traded babies with her, and burped my son as she started to feed Savita. When Little William was presentable again, I looked at Big William, and asked, "Would you like to hold your grandson?"He nodded, the brave, strong Space Service Sargent replaced suddenly by a nervous grandfather, but the transfer went well, and soon he was making gooey noises and funny faces at his namesake.When the other two babies were finished eating, my mother and my wife took them. One hand was around her waist, and the other holding her butt. Her hands were around his upper back, and the other pulling his face closer to her, so she could kiss him harder. Their tongues were playing hide and seek in each other's mouths. Her leg went over him to pull him closer there, too.He broke free and went down to grasp her breasts, kneading the soft flesh, and ducking his head down to suck at her nipples. Her head went back at the feel of his hot breath touching her, and she gasped.