I could tell that my wife seemed as excited as I was. The one straddling me slowly began to lower herself. This caused the head of my cock to just bar...ly penetrate her. My wife was coaching us both and the physical feeling was amazing! Finally, the area just behind the head of my cock was pushing against her very tight vaginal opening. I could not only feel that she was very tight, but her little whimpers told me that I was larger than she was accustomed too. In spite of the very snug fit, her. The light from the window shone through the curtain; it woke me up. I looked over but he was not in bed. My arms were no longer tied. I wrapped the sheet around me and headed into the other room. He was in the kitchen making coffee. He poured me a cup and I sat down. He walked over and took the sheet from around my body."You will not cover yourself unless I say you can," he said in a demanding voice.He stood there and I answered him, "Yes, Sir."We drank our coffee; he didn’t say anything as we. He filled my mouth with his cum shooting may forceful jets hard to the back of my throat. He was twitching as he spent his final drop and I had swallowed most of his tasty juice. I thought Anne would like to see some, so I moved my head back and showed her what cum was left in my mouth. She smiled at me and then Pete turned my face towards him and he kissed me. His tongue lapping at his own cum in my mouth.Pete then pushed me back into my seat and his head went to my lap. I put both my feet up. " It seems like something you would remember telling her." Well it might have come up one night when I had been drinking too much." He looked at Greg. "I honestly don't know if I told her or not. I will say that I have not told her when I have been sober." He then realized that it sounded like he was an alcoholic and added, "And I have been sober all but two times since I have known."Greg accepted this at face value. "How do you think Cindy would react?" I've wondered about it. Her parents were.