Oh dear! Remember the self-confident, virile, young, up-and-coming business executive, with the trophy wife, you were, or were pretending to be, o... your wedding day? Look at you now! An emasculated, sissy faggot locked in chastity, made up like a pretty girl, dressed in stockings,and high heels and panties, prostrate and helpless before one of your wife’s lovers, as he pumps your mouth full of his residual cum after he has pumped her to delirium! You thought, when you true on your. With the dishes done, we each grabbed some more coffee and slipped into the pool. For the next half hour, we floated and swam. Every muscle in my body was completely relaxed as I floated on my back near the deep end. Kelly was on a raft, and George was in an inner tube. As I eyed them up in their sleepy state, I began to harden from my nasty thoughts.I decided on a stealth exploratory mission to see if George's pucker was exposed underwater. I quietly slipped under and moved toward George.. Slowly she began to move up and down my cock and I wondered how long I could last if she continued. Her hand caressed my balls and she licked her way down my shaft to them and gently took one in her mouth and sucked it. I arched my back in response and decided I needed to take charge for a while to stop myself cumming.I pulled her up and started to kiss her again whilst flipping her over onto her back. Now it was my turn to slowly kiss my way down her body, paying special attention to her. ‘Always, Gabby!’ I replied, running across the grass to the street, with her trying to catch me. I stopped at the edge of the grass and turned around to see her come flying into me as I picked her up and spun her around. I felt like kissing her but decided against it, realising I was far too nervous to be kissing her. Instead opting to choose the less risky approach, and instead interlocked my fingers into hers as she pulled me closer with a big smile across her face as we started to walk down.