Excuses, not reasons I know. Cheating is wrong, I had always been firm on that, but the carrot had been dangled in front of me. That big juicy carrot....Lust and shame inflamed me as I walked up to the hotel room. I paused outside, my thoughts bouncing around in my head, trying again and again to rationalise, justify and ultimately pass the buck, the responsibility.It was Pete's fault I was here. If Pete hadn't kept pressurising me to agree to a threesome. If Pete hadn't found someone as good. Tom then secured the ends of the ropes binding my ankles to the benches on either side of the table. I was now completely helpless and could feel my pussy get wet as I tilted my head up and saw the three of them with full erections standing in front of me. They were all standing around the table staring at my body and one of them started to rub my breasts, then. Tumhare papa bahr rehte aur meri bhi kuch zarurate hai.”I made a bold move and asked herMe= “ does masturbating satisfy you mom.”She became sad and said= “a little but I also need ……. Love”Me= “agar aap ko pyar chahiye to aap ka beta kis kaam ayega?”There was a long pause and then she saidMom= “beta tum kehna kya chahte ho?”I didn’t even let her finish her speaking and I started kissing her violently, she understood what I meant and continued kissing me back. I then started to gently squeeze. Tugging softly on the scarves binding my arms, I writhed underneath my husband as he peeled the hose off my body. His hands returned to the bare skin of my legs, stroking up my calf and lingering at the backs of my knees, a place that he knew was especially sensitive. My body twitched, my flesh crying out for more. He moved his hands further up my legs, tickling the insides of my thighs, and then coming together at the crotch of my cotton panties. The dampness there had to be obvious, and I.