That bastard.It is a couple of hours later when I hear him come in the door. The food has been in the refrigerator for a while. I am lying in bed nake...d. I can hear him rummaging around. He gets a beer out of the fridge and starts drinking it, watching TV. I start masturbating again, rubbing my pussy, stroking myself until my cunt is starting to get engorged.He starts to go toward the bathroom to take a shower but I stop him before he gets the chance.“Let’s make love,” I say. “I’m really tired,”. And, of course, in every case as soon as the instrument of silence was removed, Helena's stream of invective immediately returned. Looking back, of course, my actions were as futile as pushing a cork in a pipe and expecting the water to go away. However, in my frustration at failing to make significant progress with Helena's adjustment, I must confess that I became rather blinkered.The next events should have come as no surprise to me.She attempted to make her escape from Highgate. After a long. To relax and chill. I am sitting on the couch with R and talking about our dream bikes when the wives decide to get some drinks together. No sooner than the door shuts behind them he stops mid sentence and kneels in front of me. I'm a light weight and my head is already spinning so I don't fully grasp what is happening til I feel his mouth swallowing my cock. My first thought is to jump up. But it feels so good that I just let it happen. He really knows what he is doing. My cock grows in his. I always got turned on knowing there was even a slight possibility of getting caught. I was just sitting back sipping my drink and enjoying her play her game of making her nipples freakishly hard. We both sat there for about half an hour enjoying our drinks with her tits out the whole time. When we were done I call out to the bartender and he didn't answer. I called a couple more times but... crickets. I figured I would catch up with him later to give our room number to pay. We went back out to.