Do you mind being ogled by a group of crazy musicians?”After a moment of consideration, Erin said, “I’m getting dressed.”“Yeah me too. No se...nse showing off these massive toys to anyone but my loving husband.” Blossom tried to cup her toys.“Blossom, really? What about showing them off to your loving wife?” I asked.“They are massive in my heart.” Erin said lovingly.Erin kissed both of her little wife’s nipples and giggled and they both headed for the house with their hands on the others. She didn’t say anything but I knew she liked me staring at her.While talking to her we got to know she was a widow. Her husband died while serving for indian army. She had a son who was around 10yrs old. I was sure that she was sex starved as there was no one to take care of her sexual needs. I tried coming closer to her day by day. Whenever I got a chance I used to talk with her. Eventually we became really very close. She started sharing her personal talks with me. She used to take my advice. Whenever the MISTRESSES so like, I have to put on steel punishment pumps, which either have so lengthy heels that they do not allow me to stand but only to crawl, or there is another pair of pumps that have an inbuilt mechanism, triggering an electric shock whenever I put my weight on the heels. Quite often they cuff my hands behind the back rendering me completely helpless. Sometimes in addition to the cuffs they take off the chastity belt but lock a humbler around my balls, forcing me on my. Whatever the case, I didn’t think about it too much, because I proceeded to jack off right there underneath my covers just 10 feet away, as I had stopped before I had cum while I was fucking her, because I didn't want to get her pregnant, and I didn't want to pull it out and squirt my warm gooey liquids all over her ass cheeks (there would have been a whole lot of it, she really turned me on! As I was in lust with her). There I was, big dick and all, stroking hard while I still faintly tasted.