More booze flowed and at about 9 we ran out of wine, Clive a 50 something year old photographer who lived with his wife (the hon something) next door ...but one to us on the green volunteered to go to the village pub for more supplies and asked me if I would give him a hand. I agreed of course.Clive had once tried to talk me into letting him take some glamour photos of me, before I was married, it didn't come to anything but it was a very tempting.We set off on foot, it was only a few hundred. ? ?Madam,? he acknowledged softly. She walked around to his raised ass again. Using the leather glove, she slappedat his balls which were beginning to swell as was his cock. The sound of leatheron flesh continued for several long minutes, moving from his balls to the backof his thighs and ass cheeks until his skin was nicely red. Clare put gloveback into her belt and took the switch from the girl's mouth. The sound of a cat growl was heard at the first strike. As the first weltappeared across. The Internet went down at work and I was told to go home early. Fine with me because I could get some afternoon delight and we always did it at bedtime so I’d get three pieces today, having had a morning romp.I came in quietly, wanting to surprise my sweetie, but when I found her the surprise was on me. Peeking through the almost closed bedroom door I saw her on all fours with a creamy cunt pointed right at me and her mouth wrapped around some guy’s cock as he laid on our marital bed. I was. “Maybe I should have sat behind Simran in her bf’s bike, we should have adjusted. But they both get frisky and horny and I can’t see that amount of pda. How do people even find pda okay, what about our culture?”Anoosha’s thoughts were disturbed by some heavy lightning followed by thunder which frightened her.“I think I should walk to the main road, I may get an auto from there, my internet isn’t also working to book a cab, looks like the gods are against me”.*Tring,tring*“Hey, Simran. No, I am.