Every day that week Cynthia would be at our house for dinner. We would send our son out to get lost while we made love to Cynthia. Our threesomes were... very special to each of us and Cynthia was always sent home clean. She was a great sex toy and was an eager learner.That Thursday we took Cynthia home so that we could talk to her mother. She was a single mother and had three normal younger children to care for. Cynthia was a hardship on her. When we offered to let Cynthia stay with us she seemed. .. don't do it to me... not in front of your wife... like this..." she almost desperately pleaded. "Steve... he'll kill you... me, all of us... !" And what do you think he'd do if he stood here instead of me, Baby?" the enraged husband sneeringly threw down at her from his domineering stance, one hand still lustfully clutching his blood-engorged cock. "Would he kill you... or just whip your cheating little ass to a rosy glow... ?" Mark, my God... stop this vulgar show!" Jean confusedly managed,. I went home and sat on my couch, disbelieving what had happened, and still feeling the tingling in my cock. Damn, I thought. I kept going over the experience in my mind till I put it out of my mind with an effort. It was a one-off thing, I told myself. Itll never happen again. Holy shit. Well, thisll be a good masturbation memory, anyway, I told myself. The next day I went to work as usual, and managed to put the event out of my mind and concentrate on the customers and the shop work. I. For the next few hours, between the pool and the drinking all 4 were getting fairly tipsy, but still not quite drunk. Andrew approached Rachel and asked her if she would like to go for a dip in the hot tub. Rachel at that point was ready to "get it on" with a priest just to get her horniness satisfied. Andrew took her by the hand and they both went into the secluded part of the cottage where the hot tub was. As they approached, Andrew took off his swim trunk and slid in the tub..Rachel was.