Well, Friday rolled around. Me and my married woman had made plans to advert out with my brother Susan Anthony since his girlfriend was out of town on business. We decided to eat at our deary Mexican eatery. The tequila and margaritas were flowing. We were feeling no painful sensation. Wanting to keep the fun going after we ate, we decided to head over to a hole in the wall bar. There we could play pool, hear to music and go on drinking. The place was packed, but we were able to grab a pocket billiards board. Mark Antony and I are pretty upright player, so we managed to run the table to keep playing.

My wife was an norm player, but looked hot playing. That night she was wearing besotted tweed drawers. I could not see any scanty lines so she was either wearing a thong or no panties 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 accept her shot. She wiggled her ass every time almost as if she was showing it off. She came over to the face of the mesa where I was standing to guide her succeeding shot. I stood there with her in 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 match of round of drinks, we decided to sit at a booth in the dark niche of the bar and take hold of some more beers. My married woman sat between us. I told her how hot she looked playing pool. 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 fork and squeezed my dick through my dungaree. Susan Anthony saw her and jokingly asked `` Do I need to leave and let you blackguard process this out '' ? She said `` You are not going anywhere big boy '' and put her hired man on his leg and started rubbing. She was inching closer and closer to the front of his shorts.

It was time for another shot to get the party started. We decided on tequila again. The waitress brought the shot, we toasted and down they went. I knew she was starting to feel a little frisky. Then the band started performing and she stood up, grabbed my arm and said"Let's dance ”. After a couple of birdcall, Anthony looked a little left wing out sitting at the mesa by himself. I motioned for him to give me a breaking and take over dancing with my wife. She could dance all dark and I was worn out. The first span of birdsong were fast and then the band played a slower Sung. I was watching them slow dance. My married woman looked so hot.

They were dancing airless and she began to rub up against him. The Song dynasty ended, and before they walked off the dance floor, her arms 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 saltation floor. I told her the tight Edward Douglas White Jr. pants she was wearing made her ass look amazing. Anthony chime in and said he totally agreed.

I was rubbing on her leg and working my helping hand 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 ”. Anthony looked over and said we were weirdo. We were tucked away in a sullen 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 finger over her hairy bush and eventually landed between her soft pussy rim. I was right, no panties. She was sweaty from dancing and I am certain her juices were flowing from the hot dancing. She moaned a piffling, relaxed and allowed me to click her jam with my finger's breadth.

She dropped both her munition under the board and immediately moved her hands up to the bulges in our pants. Anthony and I both smiled and took no time to unbutton our knickers and disembarrass our boners. We even pulled them down a piffling to give her meliorate access to our pecker. I wanted better entree to her cunt, so I asked her to sit up and rip her pants down too. She pushed them down to her knees. She could now easily fan out her legs. I knew I could take her off and pass her an climax right there in the booth of this bar. No one was paying attention. the great unwashed were drinking, dancing, playing kitty and no one had a cue of the legal action going on in the booth in the corner.

Here I was with my fingers buried deep in my married woman's snatch and both her custody wrapped around two dicks. She was doing such a great job stroking our gumshoe and being inconspicuous about it. After she came, I pulled my soaking finger out of her, leaned over to Marcus Antonius and said"Smell how sweet this is"and stuck my fingers under his nozzle. He took a deep intimation and inhaled taking in her odour.

I asked my married woman if he could touch her and she just nodded. I guess her reply was n't necessary since Anthony had already started moving his hand in that direction. I watched as he slowly moved his handwriting down more and more. He made it to her belly button and paused for a moment. Then he started his journey down and proceeded to her hairy hummock and started rubbing her chummy scrub. He then moved a little more down and rubbed her button, spreading her backtalk open with two fingers. She jolted as he finally inserted one finger in her hole. It was hot seeing his fat fingers probing my beautiful wife. The way she was squirming with his hand between her legs made my tool heavy as a careen. We all were penny-pinching.

Antony said he was ready to cum and sped up the rate of his finger fucking her. Then my wife began stroking faster and faster until we all hit our breaking gunpoint. She came on his fingers, Susan Brownell Anthony shot his onus under the mesa 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 home. Since Elizabeth was out of townsfolk on business, Anthony would probably be staying the night. I am trusted we all knew there was More to follow and prepare for rhythm two !

To be continued ...