Over he years he and I had gone from barber/customer to friends and confidants. Whatever caused the change to happen, it was taking over my psyche. I ...dreamed about my wife being screwed by other men, during love making, I would look at her huge breasts and imagine strange suck marks and finger pressure bruises. Her round ass also became a source of fantasy and the thought of her hairy cunt oozing with the cum of one or more other men drove me nearly wild. Before long, I asked her to pose nude. He texted me and asked if I would drive her home and make sure she was ok till he flew back in that Sunday. I arrived about an hour before her plane landed. For some reason I was nervous. I had butterflies in my stomach. I could hardly stand the anticipation. As soon as the flight monitor went from on time to arrived I sprung out of my chair and went up to where she would be coming out. It was torture waiting; I knew they still had to pull up to a gate and deplane but I was like a kid at. She didn’t have a gag, but her skirt was tucked between her thighs to conceal her cunt. Most of her thighs were exposed, though. She looked about fearfully, and more so because Tommy and Robert had tucked their cocks and balls back into their pants. If they had left those cocks out, she wouldn’t be so afraid.Glancing at her mother, she saw in Joan’s eyes a little fear, too. That frightened her. If her mother didn’t know what the boys were up to, it would be bad. After two years, Peggy thought. After trading in two cards, James had a straight flush in hearts and thought his odds were pretty good. When they laid down the cards, Molly had a full house, aces and threes, Shawn had a straight to the five and Hillary had three tens.James had won. He smiled big at his wife and announced he would pick whom he wished to share his bed later in the evening. He then teasingly turned to Shawn and looked at him admiringly. "That's just sick!" Shawn screamed and moved away much to the amusement of.