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My Slut Wife Sally Part 3-----------------------------------The Second MorningAfter Sally had pulled herself together, she and I went to the kitchen after some coffee. There at the table, Bob was washing down a sweet roll with a glass of milk. "Did you enjoy your wife's recital this morning?" Bob asked me. I was pissed. I bit my tongue and didn't say anything. Bob was grinning like the Cheshire cat, he was enjoying Sally's humiliation too much to miss this chance to rub her nose in it. "It took a little encouragement, but she did a fine job eating Darla's pussy. Later she told us all about the penises in her life. Truly a remarkable past for such a sweet thing. Darla and I enjoyed her story immensely, and I'm sure Sally understands that our interest was purely the****utic. We sometimes need to talk to someone about our little human peccadilloes. Confession is healthy, good for the soul, a cathartic of the conscience, as it were. I'm sure she will want to repeat the experience for you sometime on an otherwise dull evening."I couldn't stand how smug he was any longer, and I snapped back at him in anger."Look Bob, you've gotten all you possibly could want. Sally is standing here naked wearing an ankle bracelet that calls her a slut and a whore..., your slut and whore. You've fucked her again an again. She has sucked your cock, and your girlfriend's cunt as well. She has had almost no sleep for two days. Enough is enough! Back off, damn it!" Bob's reaction wasn't at all what I expected. "You're quite right, Harry. I do push things a little too far sometimes." He turned then and spoke too my wife. "Sally, I want you to go to back to bed right now and get some rest. Harry and I won't bother you until this afternoon. Please be ready about three thirty in your best frock. You and I have some shopping to do. Its Sunday but the big department stores will be open, and I suspect some of the better jewelry shops as well. Later, I'll take you to dinner at the Waldorf. I'm going to fuck you when we get home of course, but no more games. I won't even keep you up late, and you can sleep with me in my bed instead of on the floor.'Sally's eyes lit up like a roman candle. With a smile a mile wide, and hardly able to restrain her glee, she was gone in a flash. It wasn't more than a moment or two before I heard water running in our tub as she drew a bath. Bob offered me a sweet roll, along with his apology. "I'm sorry to preempt your wife, and take her out of your bed again tonight. I had meant for both of us to use her for our amusement today, but you're quite right, the poor girl needs some R