Can't tell the boys at work, or we would never live it down."We both laughed at that. I sure wanted some relaxation. The boss had been on my ass all d...y about meeting the deadline for the customer. Without Horace's help, I never would have made it. I knew he liked Maryann because he admired the picture on my desk. Maryann in a bikini, and me in those Speedo trunks she bought me. Horace would look at it and say, "Oh my...that's nice." Horace gave me directions to his place, and I drove there in. I then fantasized sex with this guy. By this time, I was so hot, I actually felt a tingle between my legs, I had to excuse myself and go to the ladies room and cool off before I came right there. I sat on the seat in the stall and felt myself, I could'ent beleive how wet I was, I totaly soaked my teddy, then began fingering myself, I was on my way towards the big O, my body at its highest erotic peek, almost lost in my own pleasures, when all of a sudden pulled my hand away, thinking, no, I. Perhaps the effect on her was the same, because as soon as I penetrated her she bucked and writhed like a desperate animal. And of all the girls I had had in the past few weeks, and maybe because of the sexual experience she had boasted of, she was the first to retain sufficient self-possession during sex actually to try to make demands of me: ‘Oh, fuck!’ she cried when I changed angle slightly, ‘do that again!’ So I did, with more vigour, and sent her into the first of what must have been at. There, I beheld the sight of my dear wife's face, not two inches from my ear. She was in obvious rapture. I tried to move, to get a better look, but the bonds holding me to the bed brought me back to the realization that I was still tied to the bed. I was still able to see behind her, by looking around her, and saw Pat (I was still a bit too groggy to remember he was Master) banging away at my spouse from behind. I thought they were both oblivious to me being awake, until Pat said, "Look, slut..