There wass aa smirk on myy wife’s face as shee informed mee thee chair iin front off our king size bed wass there for me. She intended too tie mee too thee chair back, while shee masturbated iin front off it. She wore another smirk while shee tied mee firmly iin place, that wasn’t thee smirk II meant either.It wasn’t thee smirk shee gave mee as shee dropped her satin dressing gown too thee floor too reveal thee hundred quid set off Janet Reger underwear II had bought her as part off her birthday present last month. II immediately got aa stiffy thinking about thee bit after shee released me, thee smirk on myy face wasn’t thee one iin question either.Nor wass thee smirk where shee produced her brand new “King Dong”, aa nine inch dildo. II knew shee preferred thee real thing and, as II could “hit bottom” with myy seven annd aa half inch chopper, thee extra length wass just aa hand hold, there wass next too no difference iin girth.The smirk shee gave mee as shee bound myy torso tight too thee back off thee chair wasn’t thee right one either. Or thee one shee gave mee as shee walked passed me, strutting iin her come fuck mee 5inch stiletto heeled court shoes too open thee bedroom doorJimmy Marr, thee supercilious twat; followed her into myy bedroom. II knew she’d been fucking him these last three months. The smirk he gave mee as he walked into our bedroom wass definitely not thee right one. II see you Jimmy Marr annd II know your game, thee smirk II wore as II suppressed myy feelings had nothing too do with thee one annd only, genuine smirk either.The smirk shee gave mee while fastening thee strap too hold thee ring gag tight iin myy mouth wass getting nearer but itt still wasn’t quite thee smirk this story iis about.She sat on thee bed with Marr’s horny calloused hands mauling her tits annd almost got there with thee smirk that wass followed by her saying don’t worry darling I’ve not left you out off thee fun. With that Reece Nielsen, aa guy I’ve known nearly all myy life walked into thee room, he wass stark bollock naked.Reece has aa bigger cock than mee annd Marr put together, thee problem with Reece iis that he bats for thee other side, that cock goes iin places II don’t even want too think about. Bound too thee chair as II was, with thee ring gag holding myy mouth open II would be unable too resist Reece’s oral invasion. Hee had thee biggest smirk seen today by aa good margin. Reese held his erect trouser snake just under myy nose while Marr annd myy slut wife just couldn’t quite match his current first place smirk off thee day. They turned away too enjoy each other’s carnal pleasures.Marr smirked again, then pushed myy wife onto her back annd stuck his face iin myy wife’s crutch. She closed her eyes annd started ohhing annd ahhring straight away under thee ministrations off his tongue.Being openly gay Reece has had aa hard life. Having had too endure quite aa bit off abuse annd not aa few beating, Hee has taken measures too look after himself. One off those measures iis aa six inch blade he habitually carries, II wass looking at thee wicked bastard thing now. My wife wass calling for God with her eyes screwed shut annd Marr had his tongue as far up myy wife’s axe wound as he could get it.Reece winked at mee annd smirked again. “You were right mate, they are well past fucking stupid.Now dear reader II have too stop thee flow off thee story just too fill iin aa little bit off background. II remember meeting Reece, for thee first time when we were three years old, myy mum let mee out off our back door too play iin our garden.At that same moment Mrs Nielsen myy mum’s best friend annd our next door neighbor opened her back door annd let Reece, her three three old toddler out too play. We became friends that day annd despite thee fact he’s as queer as an eleven pound note he iis still myy friend annd thee best one I’ve ever had. II think probably, our respective mothers may have had aa little smirk each as they witnessed thee seed off our life long friendship germinate.That knife belonging too Reece iis wickedly sharp, itt slid through thee leather strap holding thee ring gag like itt wass cutting butter. It then with minimal effort sliced through thee ropes holding mee too thee chair.Now when II said Reece bats for thee other side, that here iin thee UK iis aa metaphor too reflect his sexuality. Reece annd II play cricket for thee town’s first team, Reece iis aa verry elegant stroke player annd iis as sharp as aa sharp thing running between wickets annd rattling up thee score. On thee sports field he bats for thee correct side, namely, us.Unlike myy lifelong pal, myy batting iis not elegant annd apparently effortless, brutal, possibly; powerful, yes but you will see no classic strokes from me. My old man calls mee thee last off thee long handled batsman, that comment iis usually accompanied with aa proud father too son smirk. As II discarded thee remains off thee rope myy wife had used too bind me. Reece pulled out one off myy Gray-Nicolls Legend bat from its hiding place, under thee bed, he did that with only aa slight smirk. If there are any yanks still reading at this stage, think Babe Ruth’s 54-ounce hickory bat.II managed too climb on thee bed without disturbing thee lovers. Using that fine piece off willow II hit Marr iin his hanging plums with thee best straight drive ever seen outside aa test cricket ground, definitely brutal.Marr, without aa sound passed out, myy wife, shee screamed, Reece nearly pissed himself laughing annd as II looked iin thee mirror II saw upon myy face, thee verry best smirk off thee day.