Well, Friday rolled around. Me and my wife had made architectural plan to hang out with my crony Anthony since his girlfriend was out of town on clientele. We decided to eat at our darling Mexican restaurant. The tequila and margaritas were flowing. We were feeling no hurting. Wanting to keep the fun going after we ate, we decided to channelise over to a jam in the wall bar. There we could play pool, listen to music and go along drinking. The place was packed, but we were able-bodied to grab a pond mesa. Susan Anthony and I are pretty good players, so we managed to run the table to keep performing.

My married woman was an average actor, but looked hot playing. That Nox she was wearing plastered white drawers. I could not see any panty lines so she was either wearing a thong or no pantie at all. Her top was tight too and low cut revealing her cleavage. I liked how she would joggle her ass as she leaned over to read her shot. She wiggled her ass every clip almost as if she was showing it off. She came over to the side of the table where I was standing to take her next shot. I stood there with her in social movement of me. When she started to wiggle her ass, I move forward and she rubbed her ass one me. She looked back and smiled. Anthony also noticed and smiled too.

After a couple of round, we decided to sit at a booth in the non-white corner of the bar and snap up some more beers. My wife sat between us. I told her how hot she looked playing pond. I let her eff, I boned up a little 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 prick through my jeans. Anthony saw her and jokingly asked `` Do I need to leave and let you guys work this out '' ? She said `` You are not going anywhere big boy '' and put her hand on his leg and started rubbing. She was inching cheeseparing and closer to the front of his shorts.

It was time for another blastoff to get the party started. We decided on tequila again. The waitress brought the guessing, we toasted and down they went. I knew she was starting to feel a lilliputian frisky. Then the isthmus started playing and she stood up, grabbed my arm and said"Let's dancing ”. After a couple of Sung dynasty, Antonius looked a short left out sitting at the table by himself. I motioned for him to give me a break and look at over dancing with my wife. She could trip the light fantastic toe all dark and I was worn out. The offset couple of songs were fast and then the circle played a slower song. I was watching them dumb saltation. My wife looked so hot.

They were dancing finale and she began to rub up against him. The song ended, and before they walked off the dance storey, her blazon dropped and she grabbed his ass. This made him parachuting and they laughed. We all sat back down. My married woman was between us two guys. I asked her if she enjoyed dancing and let her know how hot she looked out in the dancing floor. I told her the pixilated white bloomers she was wearing made her ass tone amazing. Anthony chimes in and said he totally agreed.

I was rubbing on her leg and working my hand on her thigh. I was singular if she was wearing panties, so I asked. She told me that I could get out later. Still playing, I reached up to her zipper and said"I want to know now ”. Anthony looked over and said we were crazy. We were tucked away in a dark box of the bar in a booth. It was practically buck private. She fought a picayune, but eventually gave in and let me unzip her pants. I reached inside and ran my finger over her hairy bush and eventually landed between her flabby pussy lips. I was right, no panties. She was sweaty from dancing and I am for certain her juices were flowing from the hot saltation. She moaned a minuscule, relaxed and allowed me to penetrate her cakehole with my finger's breadth.

She dropped both her blazon under the table and immediately moved her hands up to the bulge in our pants. Susan B. Anthony and I both smiled and took no time to unbutton our trouser and free our boners. We even pulled them down a piffling to give her intimately access to our gumshoe. I wanted dependable access to her pussy, so I asked her to sit up and pull her pants down too. She pushed them down to her knee. She could now easily spread her ramification. I knew I could land her off and sacrifice her an orgasm right wing there in the booth of this bar. No one was paying tending. People were drinking, dancing, playing pool and no one had a clue of the natural action going on in the booth in the box.

Here I was with my fingers buried deep in my married woman's kidnapping and both her custody wrapped around two tool. She was doing such a bully job stroking our cock and being inconspicuous about it. After she came, I pulled my soaking fingers out of her, leaned over to Anthony and said"olfactory property how angelical this is"and stuck my fingers under his nose. He took a deep breath and inhaled taking in her scent.

I asked my married woman if he could bear on her and she just nodded. I guess her response was n't necessary since Marcus Antonius had already started moving his hand in that direction. I watched as he slowly moved his hand down more and more. He made it to her belly button and paused for a mo. Then he started his journeying down and proceeded to her hairy agglomerate and started rubbing her heavyset bush. 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 yap. It was hot seeing his fat digit probing my beautiful wife. The way she was squirming with his hand between her legs made my shaft hard as a rock and roll. We all were unaired.

Anthony said he was ready to cum and sped up the yard of his finger fucking her. Then my married woman began stroking faster and faster until we all hit our breaking pointedness. She came on his fingers, Anthony shot his load under the table and I came, shooting a Mexican valium or two of cum on top of the table. Man, that was unbelievable ! We composed ourselves, paid the tab and headed for home. Since Elizabeth was out of town on concern, Anthony would probably be staying the night. I am indisputable we all knew there was more to come and ready for rung two !

To be continued ...