Well, Fri rolled around. Me and my married woman had made program to hang up out with my buddy Antony since his girlfriend was out of Town on business organization. We decided to eat at our best-loved Mexican restaurant. The tequila and margaritas were flowing. We were feeling no painfulness. Wanting to hold the fun going after we ate, we decided to channelise over to a hole in the wall bar. There we could play syndicate, heed to euphony and cover drinking. The position was packed, but we were able to take hold of a pool tabular array. Anthony and I are pretty good participant, so we managed to run the table to keep playing.

My wife was an middling musician, but looked hot performing. That dark she was wearing tight white knickers. I could not see any step-in lines so she was either wearing a G-string or no scanty at all. Her top was tight too and low cut revealing her cleavage. I liked how she would wiggle her ass as she leaned over to ask her shot. She wiggled her ass every meter almost as if she was showing it off. She came over to the side of the table where I was standing to assume her next shooting. 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. Antony also noticed and smiled too.

After a duad of rhythm, we decided to sit at a booth in the dark corner of the bar and grab some more beers. My wife sat between us. I told her how hot she looked playing puddle. I let her do it, 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 genitals and squeezed my putz through my blue jean. Susan B. Anthony saw her and jokingly asked `` Do I need to leave and let you guys ferment this out '' ? She said `` You are not going anywhere big boy '' and put her manus on his leg and started rubbing. She was inching closer and closer to the nominal head of his shorts.

It was time for another shot to get the party started. We decided on tequila again. The waitress brought the slam, we toasted and down they went. I knew she was starting to sense a short frisky. Then the set started playing and she stood up, grabbed my arm and said"Let's saltation ”. After a couple of birdcall, Susan B. Anthony looked a slight left hand out sitting at the mesa by himself. I motioned for him to give me a happy chance and claim over dancing with my married woman. She could trip the light fantastic toe all night and I was worn out. The first couple of songs were fast and then the striation played a slower song. I was watching them slow terpsichore. My married woman looked so hot.

They were dancing shut down and she began to rub up against him. The Song dynasty ended, and before they walked off the dance floor, her subdivision dropped and she grabbed his ass. This made him jump and they laughed. We all sat back down. My wife was between us two guys. I asked her if she enjoyed dancing and let her know how hot she looked out in the dance trading floor. I told her the mingy Stanford White gasp she was wearing made her ass expression amazing. Anthony chimes in and said he totally agreed.

I was rubbing on her leg and working my paw on her thigh. I was curious if she was wearing pantie, so I asked. She told me that I could find out later. Still playing, I reached up to her zipper and said"I want to know now ”. Antony looked over and said we were crazy. We were tucked away in a black corner of the bar in a stall. It was practically private. She fought a piddling, but eventually gave in and let me unzip her pants. I reached inside and ran my fingers over her hairy shrub and eventually landed between her voiced kitty lips. I was right, no panties. She was sweaty from dancing and I am sure her juices were flowing from the hot saltation. She moaned a little, loosen and allowed me to click her hole with my fingers.

She dropped both her arms under the table and immediately moved her hands up to the jut in our pants. Anthony and I both smiled and took no time to unbutton our drawers and free our boner. We even pulled them down a little to cave in her better memory access to our dicks. I wanted salutary access to her cunt, so I asked her to sit up and pull up her trouser down too. She pushed them down to her knees. She could now easily spread out her legs. I knew I could wreak her off and give her an orgasm right there in the cubicle of this bar. No one was paying care. People were drinking, dancing, playing pool and no one had a clue of the action going on in the booth in the niche.

Here I was with my digit buried deep in my wife's puss and both her workforce wrapped around two dicks. She was doing such a neat job stroking our dicks and being inconspicuous about it. After she came, I pulled my soaking finger out of her, leaned over to Marcus Antonius and said"odour how sweet-smelling this is"and stuck my fingers under his nose. He took a deeply breath and inhaled taking in her scent.

I asked my wife if he could relate her and she just nodded. I guess her response was n't requirement since Anthony had already started moving his hand in that commission. I watched as he slowly moved his hand down more and more. He made it to her belly clit and paused for a import. Then he started his journey down and proceeded to her hairy mound and started rubbing her thickheaded bush. He then moved a little more down and rubbed her clit, spreading her brim outdoors with two digit. She jolted as he finally inserted one finger in her hole. It was hot seeing his fat digit probing my beautiful wife. The way she was squirming with his hand between her legs made my peter hard as a rock. We all were close.

Mark Anthony said he was fix to cum and sped up the rate of his finger fucking her. Then my married woman began stroking faster and faster until we all hit our breaking degree. She came on his finger's breadth, Anthony shot his load under the table and I came, shooting a rope or two of cum on top of the mesa. Man, that was incredible ! We composed ourselves, paid the tab and headed for home. Since Elizabeth was out of town on business, Anthony would probably be staying the night. I am sure we all knew there was more to come and ready for round two !

To be continued ...