We did as we were told and a series of softcore pictures were taken of the pair of us semi naked at the bar.Eventually Samantha got to the other side ...of the bar with Michael, I sat on a bar stool and watched, she pulled a pint and his hands were all over her as she did so.Sam then lay on the bar, she posed whilst we sucked on her ample breasts and Michael fingered her pussy until she was sopping wet, at this point he inserted a wine bottle into her wetness, Samantha writhed in ecstasy,. Also, I didn’t mind the fact that Mary Beth’s date was a closet gay. I felt confident that he wouldn’t try to fuck her.Jennifer showed up about 30 minutes late of course (that’s early for her!) She arrived wearing a really sexy outfit for the game. No doubt she had come to do battle, sex battle that is. She wore a short black ruffled school girl skirt, red shoes, red thigh stockings that only came up a little above her knees, leaving a lot of skin on her thighs showing. She wore a red stretchy. “Oh, it’s so hot and wet,” Paul muttered. “It feels wonderful. Even if I die tomorrow this moment is true paradise.”Looking back on this moment it was rape. I had said “no” more than once but if it had gone to court I would still have been the guilty party. I had executed an illegal bestial act in front of him. I had willingly given a blow job to two of my sons. And I had not tried to fight him off. I had stayed in the same position as I had for the dog. I had not appealed to my other two sons. Inside I was bloody fuming but Fiona hadn't the slightest idea about that. I was pretty damn sure she had been out somewhere with Mary all bloody night and that when I had seen them, they had been on their way home.Fiona's high-speed change into her robe convinced me that she had most likely not been playing the contented and faithful wife while I had been out of town. Well, at the very least she must have been out all bloody night clubbing it. Not something a wife of eight years should do.