Well, Friday rolled around. Me and my wife had made program to hang out with my buddy Anthony since his girlfriend was out of town on occupation. We decided to eat at our favorite Mexican restaurant. The tequila and margaritas were flowing. We were feeling no pain. Wanting to preserve the fun going after we ate, we decided to direct over to a muddle in the wall bar. There we could diddle pool, hear to music and continue drunkenness. The spot was packed, but we were able-bodied to grab a pool table. Susan B. Anthony and I are pretty good musician, so we managed to run the table to keep open playing.

My wife was an intermediate player, but looked hot acting. That Night she was wearing blind drunk white pants. I could not see any panty lines so she was either wearing a G-string or no panties at all. Her top was tight too and low cut revealing her cleavage. I liked how she would jiggle her ass as she leaned over to rent her shot. She wiggled her ass every time almost as if she was showing it off. She came over to the side of meat of the board where I was standing to take her next stab. I stood there with her in front 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 rounds, we decided to sit at a booth in the glowering corner of the bar and grab some Sir Thomas More beers. My wife sat between us. I told her how hot she looked playing puddle. I let her make out, 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 dick through my jean. Anthony saw her and jokingly asked `` Do I need to give and let you guys act upon this out '' ? She said `` You are not going anywhere big boy '' and put her hand on his leg and started rubbing. She was inching tightlipped and closer to the front line of his shorts.

It was time for another shot to get the company started. We decided on tequila again. The waitress brought the guess, we toasted and down they went. I knew she was starting to feel a trivial frisky. Then the striation started playacting and she stood up, grabbed my arm and said"Let's dance ”. After a couple of songs, Anthony looked a little left field out sitting at the table by himself. I motioned for him to generate me a breach and take over dancing with my wife. She could dance all nighttime and I was worn out. The first yoke of songs were fast and then the set played a slower song. I was watching them sluggish dance. My wife looked so hot.

They were dancing close and she began to rub up against him. The vocal ended, and before they walked off the dancing story, her arms dropped and she grabbed his ass. This made him jumping 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 love how hot she looked out in the terpsichore floor. I told her the tight snowy pants she was wearing made her ass spirit amazing. Anthony gong in and said he totally agreed.

I was rubbing on her leg and working my hand on her thigh. I was rum if she was wearing panty, so I asked. She told me that I could determine out later. Still playing, I reached up to her zipper and said"I want to roll in the hay now ”. Mark Anthony looked over and said we were crazy. We were tucked away in a colored box of the bar in a booth. It was practically private. She fought a little, but eventually gave in and let me unzip her pants. I reached inside and ran my fingerbreadth over her hairy Vannevar Bush and eventually landed between her soft puss lips. I was right, no panties. She was sweaty from dancing and I am for sure her juices were flowing from the hot saltation. She moaned a piffling, relaxed and allowed me to dawn her cakehole with my fingers.

She dropped both her arms under the mesa and immediately moved her hands up to the bulges in our pants. Antony and I both smiled and took no time to unbutton our pant and free our blunder. We even pulled them down a little to give her better access to our gumshoe. I wanted easily access code to her snatch, so I asked her to sit up and attract her pants down too. She pushed them down to her knee. She could now easily open her legs. I knew I could work her off and pass on her an orgasm right field there in the booth of this bar. No one was paying attention. People 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 fingerbreadth buried deep in my wife's cunt and both her handwriting wrapped around two dick. She was doing such a expectant job stroking our dick and being invisible about it. After she came, I pulled my soaking fingers out of her, leaned over to Anthony and said"Smell how sweet this is"and stay put my finger's breadth under his nose. He took a thick breath and inhaled taking in her scent.

I asked my married woman if he could touch her and she just nodded. I guess her reaction was n't necessary since Anthony 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 clit and paused for a moment. Then he started his journey down and proceeded to her hairy mound and started rubbing her thick bush. He then moved a little more down and rubbed her button, spreading her lips overt with two finger. She jolted as he finally inserted one finger in her mess. It was hot seeing his fat fingers probing my beautiful wife. The way she was squirming with his hand between her pegleg made my dick hard as a rock and roll. We all were airless.

Susan Brownell Anthony said he was ready to cum and sped up the pace of his fingerbreadth fucking her. Then my wife began stroking faster and faster until we all hit our breakage decimal point. She came on his digit, Susan Anthony shot his warhead under the table and I came, shooting a R-2 or two of cum on top of the tabular array. 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 Nox. I am sure enough we all knew there was Sir Thomas More to come and set up for unit of ammunition two !

To be continued ...