They didn’t try to hide that they’d been poking around in my computer, but rather Patty pointed at the screen and said, “Interesting story.” ...Rob just watched me like he was waiting for something. My initial reaction to this type of situation is to go on the offensive, which is exactly what I did. “Why are you messing with my laptop?” I asked with an accusing tone. Rob and Patty looked at each other and Rob excused himself. Rob tended to avoid conflict but abandoning his wife at that moment. ”“So she’s not going to work?”“One of her friends at the bank is going to pick her up on her break in an hour or so.”“An hour?”“Or so.”“So what do we do in the meantime?”She reached for the radio and cranked up the volume. With her mother pottering about the house for the next "hour or so," Suzie Bowen sucked my cock back to a respectable hardness, then climbed atop me and rode it on the floor of her stuffy, close bedroom. She fucked me with determination. Rivulets of sweat ran down her. They would also rekindle their sexual heat which years together had dimmed to a near cold extinction. I sensed some of this in our brief conversation and their body language, but Betty would flesh this out. She let me know much later that she did more than coax heat into what had become a sterile marriage bed, actually bringing a child into what had been an empty nest, their two kids off to college. She also had them create books from collaborating, and the books, both true crime and romance,. “What do you think would happen if we just left him like this?”“Now you scared him. Look at his eyes.”“He’s still hard though.” Just when I began to believe that they really were going to just let me suffer, Linda took charge.“Line up, ladies. We going to take turns. Each person gets three strokes of his cock, then the next person has to wait 30 seconds before taking their turn. Time yourself by the clock over there. Whoever makes him come wins tonight’s door prize. As the host, I’ll go.