Her kitchen was enormous. I easily found the makings for coffee and started a pot to brew. The seven-foot tall stainless-steel monstrosity in the corn...er yielded milk and juice, and the breadbox held a carton of fresh cinnamon bagels. I was deep into bagel number two when I heard the steps creak.Connie appeared sleepy-eyed and hungover, so I brought her a cup of coffee and put it in front of her.She managed a sip and said, "I'm sorry for last night. I really didn't expect you to be here this. The moans coming from the computer started to get louder and come with more frequency. It was clear to me that she was watching some kind of porn video. My eyes were glued to her gorgeous body as I watched her lean back against the wall and massage her breasts while pinching her erect nipples. A tent was starting to pitch in my dress trousers. Mesmorized, I continued to watch intently as my wife slowly removed her skin tight bike shorts and thong, placing them next to her on the bed. Her. ”He took a deep breath, “I came into this house with a special tool.”Joyfully, Emma joined in the joking, “Not a very big one, if I recall.”“What? It was massive. You have to be searched.”Before she could guess what he would do next, he had snatched her up in his arms, carried her into the nearest bedroom, and lowered her onto the bed. “Now, where would you hide it?” he asked, as he parted her thighs.“It just shrank,” Emma groaned, already moistening from his attentions, more so by his next. Had they discussed it while she snoozed or did Sam just pull out his cock with no warning and Angus was going along with it? She braced one foot under Angus’ bulge and idly stroked the other across the top. Maybe, she thought as she started using her hand to follow her lips along Sam’s saliva-slick shaft, this was their way of testing the waters, to see if she’d be down for a three-way. What even counted as one anyway? Did this count, with one cock in her mouth and another between her feet, or.