. I awoke on Christmas Day with my erection wedged firmly in the crack of her supple ass. She and Connor were still out cold, but I spotted Ria standi...g over by the bay windows, looking out at the winter landscape. "If only I had a canvas and some oil paints," I sighed, walking up and draping my arms around my beautiful wife. "You're a vision, standing here like this. Your lithe, naked body, wrapped in this cozy fleece blanket. Your silhouette, framed by the snowy mountain vista..." Ria relaxed. If there was an audible gasp or giggle, this would be the cue for her to start speaking in chinese to the two masseuses and tell them that he was her slave and that his penis was so small and worthless that she decided to lock it up. And that he would do anything she demanded, so if they wanted to see or touch, she would make him present himself for them.Both these scenarios gave her butterflies in the belly and she was not sure if she had the guts to go through with it, but she really got. Chris did that for us. She positioned her self to watch me finger this woman. Chris pulled my hand out and placed some lube on my finger. then it was on. She responded to the lube and her ass started grinding. She fucked my finger until she had popped her cooked twice and still wanted more. I kissed her neck and she whispered is it ok for you to fuck me? Chris said that is great, I want that to happen. Chris ask if she could do the honors of preparing her. the woman said sure I am willing to. For some reason, he was inexplicably drawn to the liquid. He went over to the table and picked it up. Behind him, he heard a noise. He quickly put the jar down and turned around to look if he's been caught, but didn't see anything."Must have been my imagination," he thought.Suddenly, he heard another noise from in front of him. The shattering of the jar on the floor. In his rush to check the noise behind him, he didn't put the jar fully on the table. The liquid in the jar behaved oddly. Instead.