"Sure you can, Irene. And I can help you, too." John said as he sat again on the bed and, once more, placed his hand on her nervously churning belly. ..."And you can help me." With that statement he took the remote control and started the video."The woman lay tensely as the credits rolled and then the screen was filled by a shot of a fat-lipped pussy. As the camera lengthened its range, a huge-breasted young woman came into view and Irene felt the now familiar pang of envy. Her husband had left. It was one of those goofy fucking japanse costume things, it left my tits hanging out, and it barely came up far enough to cover my ... to cover me. I knew when I bent over in the slightest it’d all hang out. The fucking bastard, I though. The fucking bastard.He took my clothes and tossed them into the other bedroom when we walked past it. He was holding my chain again. He took me to the kitchen and there followed this unbelievable fucking lesson on how to cook his shit and how to serve him at. I cleared my throat and he turned around. I could tell by the look in his face when I opened my coat that he approved. I let my coat slip down my arms and fall to the floor. He was so cute, standing there panting and trying his best not to show it. I heard the side doors open and there was Mark with another woman. At first I was a bit jealous, knowing that I would be sharing the center, but as they walked closer to me, the jealousy left me completely. I was introduced and Christie and I. .I was in the kitchen when there was a knock at the door....Betty and I had put on light tops with no bra, shorts and the cute little maids' aprons. Hardly functional, but we liked them...we had laughed at putting them on..."what the hell good were these things, anyway!". Betty went to the door, and looking not unlike a group out for trick or treat were the five boys. My son included!I heard them come in and decided to make an entrance....I figured if we kept them off guard, we could keep.