As he did so I saw it – another mans cock working its way into my wife! I could not resist it I just had to take my own aching cock out and slowly (...and very quietly) stroke my hand up and down it in time to Michaels slow strokes into Jills pussy. As Jill had her second or maybe third, orgasm I had mine. I caught most of my excess flow in a tissue brought along for the purpose but much of it found its way to the floor of Michaels closet! Michael and Jill must have been really horny that night.. ?? I do wantto please her but sometimes I am in error and must be punished.It is sosensual lying on her lap as she reddens my bottom for minor mistakes.She lovesher cane and I know she enjoys whipping me. I admit I have messed uponpurpose to incur her wrath.Iwillingly present my bottom as her target and can only imagine the satisfiedsmile onherpretty lips as she delivers her strokes. With parted lips and slightly flushedfrom her exertion she is so beautiful I want her to whip me again.. When we got back to her house Sunday I told her I needed to go home since I had to go to work in the morning. The kiss she gave me when we separated was the kind to make sure I came back. I spent the workweek trying to find out all I could about Jerry’s witch. The one girl that worked in the warehouse told me she suspected that Jerry’s wife was fucking a couple of the truckers. I spent weeknights forcing myself to stay home. I searched the web for anything on Elena and learned she had married. Their biggest fear was that there was no afterlife.After a long life, the husband was the first to go, and true to his word, he made contact, “Mary ... Mary...”“Is that you, Fred?”“Yes, I’ve come back like we agreed.”“What’s it like?”“Well, I get up in the morning, I have sex. I have breakfast, off to the golf course, I have sex. I bathe in the sun, then I have sex twice. I have lunch, another romp around the golf course, then sex pretty much all afternoon. After supper, golf course again. Then.