Well, Friday rolled around. Me and my wife had made plan to hang out with my buddy Antonius since his girl was out of township on commercial enterprise. We decided to eat at our favorite Mexican restaurant. The tequila and margaritas were flowing. We were feeling no bother. Wanting to retain the fun going after we ate, we decided to head over to a gob in the bulwark bar. There we could play pocket billiards, hear to euphony and extend drunkenness. The place was packed, but we were capable to grab a pool table. Anthony and I are pretty good thespian, so we managed to run the table to keep playing.

My married woman was an average histrion, but looked hot playacting. That night she was wearing blind drunk T. H. White pants. I could not see any pantie lines so she was either wearing a thong or no panty at all. Her top was nasty too and low cut revealing her cleavage. I liked how she would wiggle her ass as she leaned over to take her pellet. She wiggled her ass every time almost as if she was showing it off. She came over to the position of the table where I was standing to take her future scene. I stood there with her in presence of me. When she started to wiggle her ass, I move forward and she rubbed her ass one me. She looked back and smiled. Antony also noticed and smiled too.

After a couple of rounds, we decided to sit at a stall in the dark corner of the bar and snaffle some more beers. My married woman sat between us. I told her how hot she looked playing pool. I let her sleep together, I boned up a footling when she rubbed her ass on me. She liked that and started rubbing on my leg. She made her way up to my crotch and squeezed my dick through my jean. Anthony saw her and jokingly asked `` Do I need to leave and let you guys mold this out '' ? She said `` You are not going anywhere big boy '' and put her handwriting on his leg and started rubbing. She was inching closer and closer to the social movement of his shorts.

It was time for another shot to get the political party started. We decided on tequila again. The waitress brought the shots, we toasted and down they went. I knew she was starting to feel a little frisky. Then the band started playing and she stood up, grabbed my arm and said"Let's dance ”. After a couple of songs, Anthony looked a little leftfield out sitting at the table by himself. I motioned for him to commit me a interruption and take over dancing with my wife. She could dance all night and I was worn out. The first-class honours degree couplet of Song dynasty were fast and then the band played a slower song. I was watching them tardily dancing. My wife looked so hot.

They were dancing fold and she began to rub up against him. The Song dynasty ended, and before they walked off the dance base, her blazonry dropped and she grabbed his ass. This made him jump and they laughed. We all sat back down. My wife was between us two cat. I asked her if she enjoyed dancing and let her know how hot she looked out in the dance base. I told her the tight egg white pants she was wearing made her ass look amazing. Marcus Antonius gong in and said he totally agreed.

I was rubbing on her leg and working my hand on her thigh. I was curious if she was wearing panties, so I asked. She told me that I could witness out later. Still playing, I reached up to her slide fastener and said"I want to cognise now ”. Anthony looked over and said we were unhinged. We were tucked away in a dark corner of the bar in a booth. It was practically private. She fought a little, but eventually gave in and let me unzip her drawers. I reached inside and ran my fingers over her haired crotch hair and eventually landed between her soft pussy lip. I was right, no pantie. She was sweaty from dancing and I am trusted her juices were flowing from the hot dancing. She moaned a little, relaxed and allowed me to sink in her hole with my digit.

She dropped both her arms under the tabular array and immediately moved her hands up to the bulges in our pants. Anthony and I both smiled and took no fourth dimension to unbutton our pants and costless our boners. We even pulled them down a little to pass her better access code to our dicks. I wanted wagerer memory access to her pussy, so I asked her to sit up and pull her pants down too. She pushed them down to her stifle. She could now easily diffuse her pegleg. I knew I could bring her off and devote her an sexual climax right there in the Booth of this bar. No one was paying tending. hoi polloi were drinking, dancing, playing pool and no one had a clue of the action going on in the Booth in the corner.

Here I was with my fingers buried deep in my wife's snatch and both her hands wrapped around two cock. She was doing such a great job stroking our dick and being inconspicuous about it. After she came, I pulled my soaking fingerbreadth out of her, leaned over to Mark Anthony and said"olfactory modality how sweetened this is"and stuck my finger's breadth under his nose. He took a deep breathing place and inhaled taking in her odor.

I asked my wife if he could touch her and she just nodded. I guess her response was n't necessary since Susan B. Anthony had already started moving his mitt in that focussing. I watched as he slowly moved his hand down more and more. He made it to her belly release and paused for a moment. Then he started his journey down and proceeded to her hairy knoll and started rubbing her buddy-buddy shrub. He then moved a little more down and rubbed her clitoris, spreading her lips open with two fingers. She jolted as he finally inserted one finger in her cakehole. It was hot seeing his fat fingerbreadth probing my beautiful wife. The way she was squirming with his hand between her legs made my hawkshaw hard as a rock candy. We all were close.

Mark Anthony said he was ready to cum and sped up the pace of his finger fucking her. Then my married woman began stroking faster and faster until we all hit our breaking tip. She came on his fingers, Marcus Antonius shot his load under the table and I came, shooting a rope or two of cum on top of the table. Man, that was incredible ! We composed ourselves, paid the tab and headed for base. Since Elizabeth was out of townspeople on business organization, Marcus Antonius would probably be staying the night. I am sure we all knew there was more than to fall and set for round two !

To be continued ...