We loved each other and had never been unfaithful.We had kept our sex lives interesting by reading erotica and sometimes acting out the stories, and t...hen raised the bar by taking vacations to all-adult resorts where clothing was optional to add a bit of a buzz.In the last year, we tried a new location and were surprised when we found that the rules were a bit different. The men didn’t have to hide their erections with a towel or by lying on their stomach when sunbathing. Open sex was allowed,. "But what is a pocket," he asked, and I showed her on my jeans.There were a few dozen more questions, mostly about the pocket but some about the sling. When I got over to her that it would be made out of rawhide or leather she called Keeshee from her hobble cobbling and asked her to join us.When I explained it to Keeshee I left out the part about pockets. She thought she had a handle on it but asked if I could trace out a picture in the dirt. I did better than that. I found a long scrap of. Pulling her mouth off of his cock, pulling her fingers from her cunt, she stood up and pushed him back on the bed. He flopped down on his back, looking back up at her to see what she was going to do. What he wanted was for to bury his cock in her cunt and basically that is what she did.Lying flat on his back his cock was sticking straight up like a soldier at attention. She crawled onto the bed and straddled his hips lowering her pussy till it was resting on his cock and began rubbing her cunt. This didn’t bother Ricky too much as he never promised to be faithful and he never promised to love them. As long as the guest didn’t damage his books or things and stayed out of his workshops and labs, he didn’t really care what they did. He did expect them to let him screw them when he wanted to.Most of his guests found these conditions acceptable for a while, but eventually, they discovered his sexual requirements were too demanding. Ricky knew that he could be hard to live with when he went.