We'd been apart for two weeks, ever since I'd left the UK to visit my parents in the Middle East where they lived as Ex-Pats. The last thing I remembe...ed was jamming the handle of my 'old faithful' hairbrush deep into my sodden slit, my orgasm smashing through my over stimulated brain, my ejaculate streaming past the handle and running down the crack of my arse, soaking the sheet below.Now here I was face down, my legs spread wide, my newly dyed candy floss pink hair covering my face. Again. Would you do that forme, just for me to see what it's like in real life. Only if you wantmind honey, but even the thought of it I find exciting."She was beaming with pleasure as she told me this and I was in no doubtit was true when she had me go down on her, once we were in bed, shewas wetter than I had ever known her and that's not something you canfake. At least, I don't think women can.I had already started to cook the meals and do the cleaning during thedays preceding this, but the. That is when I saw my wife Susan on her knees giving a blow-job to another guy as he thrust himself in and out of her mouth.Then I kind of lost track of the proper order of events.At first I think I was wondering just what was happening -- if it was real or not -- then I just watched what was happening.And all the time I was thinking about how much I had sacrificed over the past few years, trying to make her late father’s business into one of the most successful in the state. Working seven days. " was all she could say. He kissed and nipped at her neck and chin; his hand cupped her sex and he growled again."How many men have you been with?" His voice was strained. Her eyes opened wide at the incredibility in his voice. A look of horror crossed her face and she shook her head. He thrust two fingers into her pussy and she jerked against the sudden intrusion. "I asked, how many men have you fucked," He thrust violently in and out of her.What did he think she was a whore who fucked with.