Pressing the play button on the remote I raised my glass to my lips and took a deep draught. One second later I was coughing and spluttering as I star...ed with bulging eyes at the screen, I could not believe what I was seeing as I got over my fit of choking. There, in full colour with perfect sound was my daughter Amanda getting the pussy fucked off her by not one, not two, not three, but four men.Even worse was that they were all having her at the same time, one in the pussy, one in the arse,. I don’t want to move. Joan walks over and says, ‘Master, could you fuck my throat now, please.’ John says, ‘Joan, I need a break from sex for a while. I’m very content to lay like this forever.’ Joan frowns. I smile. I look at the clock and it’s 4:30pm. We lay like that for another half hour and then I say, ‘Honey, I think it’s time to get up.’ John grabs me and French kisses me. ‘I agree, honey. My legs are asleep.’ I move off of him and he sits up. He starts to rub his legs. Joan and I begin. As with many men, I love watching my wife get well serviced and I had wanted to watch my wife and her ex ever since we first played together. Sure, she had sucked him and stuff, but this time I just wanted them to get to it while I spectated. Over a few weeks I got her horny for him, when we played with dildos I said to imagine it was his cock, and I asked her to tell me about their best sex, and what his current wife would be enjoying about his sexual performance. She was getting hot over the. He was always in touch with her sexual side and had an innate sense when she was encouraging him. He moved in close to extend his hand and help her from her chair so when she stood there was no way not to slide against him. He embraced her again and lingered, taking in her scents and her desire. He knew full well what she had been thinking. He walked her to her car and opened the door, and they parted ways. Within a few minutes of leaving the shop, she received a message. ‘Coffee again.