At that moment, my bedroom door opened. Becca walked into my bedroom. She smiled when she saw what I was doing.Becca was always gorgeous, and her fash...on sense was always amazing. Today, she was wearing a pink tank top and a miniskirt with a red and black checkerboard pattern. Her hair was wrapped into two pigtails with two black bows.Becca walked over to me, grabbed the panties off of my cock, raised them up to her face, and swallowed my cum. She smiled, savoring the juices that she had. A few minutes later the doorbell rang again and my wife went off again but this time came back with 2 guys. They introduced themselves and then stripped off. Cuckman said it was time he stripped off and he then got my wife to kneel in the centre of the lounge and invited the guys to stand in front of her. She was told to suck the cocks until they had become erect. While she was doing this the door bell rang and Cuckman told me to go and answer it and invite whoever it was in to fuck ‘my wife’.. She can feel the wetness of his mouth. She feels their lips touching in places. She can feel his mouth muscle grazing hers briefly before pulling back. She feels his hand along the side of her face. His fingers reach into her hair and then back to her skin. His other hand finds the other side of her face and she turns her body to him. Her hands run along his arms. His muscles ripple beneath the touch.Work seems suddenly inconsequential. The world seems to fade away. Life only matters if they. I just lay still where they had left me, in a state of euphoric exhaustion.Shortly after recovering and getting dressed yet again, someone else was at the door demanding my attention, this time it was my gas oven arriving. Delivering it was a female. She looked a little bit butch, but mildly attractive in her own way.Having been let in, she wheeled it into the kitchen on a trolley, and fixed it all up for me. When finished she turned to me and said “I understand your little burner has been well.