I opted to take care of my wife, first and foremost. It was the right thing to do.Joy shuddered as I pushed my cock into her pussy and I began a slow ...and deliberative rocking motion. The more I pounded her, the more vocal she became, until finally she exploded, her vaginal fluids rushing out of her and onto the bedsheets.I looked at Angie and winked. I had never been involved in a three-way and while I had often fantasized about such a thing, I never expected it would or could happen.I. Jennifer cried out when the second stroke landed and the pain was worse than the first stroke and cried even louder with the third, even harder stroke. She clung onto the table, though, knowing that she would get more strokes if she got up before her caning was over. The fourth stroke had her throwing her head back with her eyes shut tightly as did the fifth stroke when she also hissed in and out through clenched teeth. The sixth stroke was even harder or seemed like it was, but at least she. . I'm rambling,sorry. I'm going to try to keep this writing nice and neat and orderly,hopefully that won't be a big problem, I still remember every singleevent as if it was yesterday. I know it wasn't though, my male lifeseems... it just seems so far away, unreal, like a movie or something.Hopefully once I finish this I can just move on and forget all of that.The day that led to my future life was a simple, normal, everydayThursday. I woke up 15 minutes late as usual, and made up the time. She took a long scarf off the bedside table before winding it around my head, over my mouth and gagging me. Once she had finished she let go of the petticoat frills and skirt hem. They blindfolded me. Finally she took a white satin scarf, stuffed the frills and skirt inside as she used the scarf to hood my head completely. No matter how I shook my head I couldn’t displace the petticoat layers hugging my head. I could still breathe, with Lily’s perfume stronger than before.My erection was.