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As I said at the end of the last part Christy had sex with Jamie twice over the Christmas holidays as he now had a girlfriend who was visiting from Uni, the first was another 'quickie' in the churchyard near our house, bending her over a tomb and pulling her pants and tights down, alternately fucking her pussy and arsehole while the wind whistled around them and she swore steam rose from her arse at the end.

The second time was Christmas Eve afternoon while I was at work. I had an idea he was visiting from what she said when recounting the 'quickie' while sitting and grinding her cum filled pussy over my face when she came home. I was on tenterhooks all through my shift and was shaking with excitement as I opened the front door when I arrived home at 4.30.

Part of me wanted him still to be there, but another part feared the same thing. Thankfully Christy was alone in the living room, "Hiya," I panted as nonchalantly as possible, "everything okay?"

My wife was wearing her short dressing gown, possibly because we would be going out to meet friends in town and she would leave getting dressed until the last minute; but .... I hoped against hope, that she was bearing the metaphorical scars of an afternoon with her young lover.

Both were true. Christy was barely able to contain her excitement as she made me a coffee, and before I'd finished mine she led my upstairs to our bedroom where her underwear was scattered on the floor and both of her sex toys were on the bedside drawers ... one with what looked like shit stains on it.

I turned to face her as she dropped her gown to the floor and I could see some pink marks on her tits before we hugged and kissed.

"Jamie came around this afternoon," she grinned, "it was ... it was the best yet." "Wow!" I gasped, "how so." "He tied me up!" I looked at her in astonishment. "If I can tie you up ... I'll tell you about it ... we've got plenty of time before we go out." I doubted we would have 'plenty of time' as I had a taxi booked for 7pm, but missing dinner with friends sounded like it would be a small price to pay for this instalment.

I hastily agreed and stripped naked then lay on the bed. Kneeling beside me Christy took a pair of tan stocking out of her bedside cabinet and used them to tie my wrists to the headboard about a metre apart. As she did so I could smell him on her and when she leaned across, her tits touched my face as she tied my right wrist.

Satisfied that they were tight enough she slid off the bed and sashayed to the en-suite, I couldn't help but notice that her arse cheeks were both shining pink, presumably from a heavy spanking. Once inside she left the door wide open as she squatted over the pot so I could see her pissing into the bowl... something she'd never done before.

Without wiping her crevice she came back to the bed and straddled my face and slowly rubbed her pissy crack over my mouth.

"Are you ready?" she asked then looked over her shoulder at my cock which was standing to attention ... and aching too. "It looks like you are babes."

Gently rubbing her wet gash over my face and holding the top rail of the headboard either side of my bound hands, she began.

"He took his girlfriend to the railway station then came straight here. I was expecting him, but wasn't 100% sure he would still come. We had a beer in the kitchen and I think he was waiting for me to do something ... rip his clothes off?" Christy smiled down past her swinging tits.

"When I didn't he sort of ordered me to take my dress off ... I love it when he talks like that, so I did. I wasn't sure if he was happy or not because I was wearing tights instead of stockings ... but he told me turn around, then touch my toes ... mm-mm... then her ran his hands over my bum and thighs telling me how sexy my arse was in tights."

It was so frustrating having my hands out of action especially as her

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