I couldn’t help but assume that she was thinking of our fantasies, and wondering what that bulge in his shorts would feel like in her wet pussy. How...ever, other than Tom and Joan being more engaged in conversation than usual, the dinner was uneventful, and I was beginning to think that I was right about Joan not cuckolding me.Following dinner, I started cleaning up the patio and pool area and Tom helped Joan carry the dirty dishes into the kitchen and clean up the pots and pans. It was getting a. Seeing that Ilke was now spread-eagled and fastened securely to the four corners of the bed I took my weight off her and stood over her. “So Ilke, you like to be punished, let’s see what we’ve got in store for you. I repositioned the camera ensuring it would take in the entire bed then I reached onto the bed and picked up one of the floggers, it was made of a black, silk wrapped bungee cord, at the base of the handle was a monkey’s fist knot about 2 inches in diameter, the handle was about 6. I started to get aroused, who am I kidding? Downside, I got to clean her up and I loved the taste of semen. “Hey I got to fuck Ann and their asses, I suppose it not that bad,” I told myself. I sheepishly went towards the buzz and saw my wife lying there with her legs wide opened, I could smell her cunt. “No way am I giving this up,” I said to myself. “I have a few demands, I want to fuck Ann again, you must come home every night and you must let me fuck you every night,” I said. “Do you. Can I persuade you to sing for us now? Perhaps a duet with Becky?”It had dawned on me by this time that Daffy had figured out what Becky and I had been doing in the shower today, and what Sara and her uncle Steve had been getting up to a few months ago. Steve was the brother of Liz and Daffy, who lived in London, occasionally coming up to Norfolk for a breath of fresh air. I wondered how long she would continue to drop innuendos. Did she know that Liz knew – about Becky and me, at least.“No,.