Stroke it." Am I being a good slut babe? This is what you want right?" You are my awesome slutwife baby and I love you! Are you going to fuck him?" ...There was another long pause. I couldn't help stroking my cock thinking of what they could be doing. Minutes passed. Time seemed to slow. I needed to know what was going on but had to wait for her to send word. Suddenly another pic came through of my wife's legs spread wide as his fingers played with her pussy. Then I realized it wasn't a. But the shock of the moment came when one day I reached home earlier than my usual time. I had some issues at the college and I reached home by 3 in the noon. I found that the main door was open which was a strange thing as it would never be open during normal times. I slowly opened the door and by the time I called out my mom, there was a loud moan heard from my parents’ bedroom. I realized that something was going on. My father’s bike was not at home so he was not home yet. Then who is there. 00 in tokens to feed the video machines. Since I walked to the arcade on the weekends I would find tokens along the road that guys had thrown away lest their wives or girlfriends find out where they'd been. By picking up the tokens along the road I would have an extra $5 to $10 in tokens after I bought the $3 at the video store. Sure extended the amount of time I could be there watching videos and hoping for another guy to show up.Most every Sunday morning I would walk to the video store and. He smiled and told her that he didn’t worry that much as we bought a 3x3m ‘love matrass’ and put it in the basement, that’s where our ‘special weekend play room’ is located, for the weekend to make sure that we have enough soft playground for three. Her eyes started to sparkle when she heard that. She asked if we by chance also had a love swing, as we were always talking about that 18 years ago and she was also curious how that would be, just like we were. He answered that we bought a love.