“What’s that?” Zoey asked.Shouts echoed louder. Footsteps thudded through the house. Clint groaned and rose from the bed, leaving me quivering. ...I whimpered in frustration as someone shouted for Clint. Zoey climbed off of me, leaving me alone on the bed, my face smeared in pussy cream.“Clint, Clint!” Alicia shouted. “There’s a flood!”“You have got to be kidding me,” I moaned, my hands squeezing my tits as Clint wrenched open the door.Groaning, I rolled out of bed. More shouts came from. After I passed out the drinks Mark told me to get down on the floor and suck his dick clean. He and Angel were sitting on the sofa at this point. Mark had removed her cuffs and she was tasting her drink and watching me lick her pussy juice off my husbands cock. She was leaning her head on my husband and I realized the tables had been turned on me being in control. Now I was on the floor and I realized that I liked it either way and even if I didn't like it I would still always obey Mark.Mark. She wasn't aggressive so much as she was insistent. She wanted to give me as much pleasure as she possibly could, and that girl could deliver the goods! I probably wouldn't have thought about it so much, except it continued every night. Brenda had always been passionate and loving. Now she was smokin'! I began to worry after three nights of rigorous sex that she was having an affair, as difficult as that was to believe. Many times I had heard that a cheating wife will try to soothe her. We were housebound for fifteen days with my Grandma Jean (1910-1995) and she was driving us nuts. She was a typically sweet little old lady but she was a born again Christian and that was all she wanted to discuss. Now I’m a Christian too, but once in a while a different topic is a good thing. Mom and my younger brother Jim would venture on foot to the store pulling a sled behind them to carry the groceries. Dad and I stayed home and shoveled snow away from the windows, doors and the firewood.