Well, Friday rolled around. Me and my wife had made plans to string up out with my buddy Antonius since his lady friend was out of town on business. We decided to eat at our dearie Mexican eatery. The tequila and margaritas were flowing. We were feeling no pain. Wanting to save the fun going after we ate, we decided to head over to a muddle in the wall bar. There we could bet pond, listen to music and keep on drinking. The post was packed, but we were able to grab a puddle table. Antony and I are pretty good players, so we managed to run the table to sustain performing.

My wife was an average musician, but looked hot playing. That night she was wearing tight white bloomers. 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 wiggle her ass as she leaned over to take her shot. She wiggled her ass every meter almost as if she was showing it off. She came over to the face of the mesa where I was standing to take her next crack. 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. Susan B. Anthony also noticed and smiled too.

After a couple of daily round, we decided to sit at a Booth in the dark corner of the bar and grab some Sir Thomas More beers. My wife sat between us. I told her how hot she looked playing pocket billiards. I let her know, I boned up a trivial 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 putz through my jeans. Marcus Antonius saw her and jokingly asked `` Do I need to go out and let you make fun 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 nigh and closer to the presence of his shorts.

It was time for another shooter to get the party started. We decided on tequila again. The waitress brought the blastoff, we toasted and down they went. I knew she was starting to palpate 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 trivial left out sitting at the tabular array by himself. I motioned for him to give me a break and take over dancing with my wife. She could trip the light fantastic toe all night and I was worn out. The first-class honours degree match of birdcall were fast and then the band played a slower Sung dynasty. I was watching them boring dance. My wife looked so hot.

They were dancing close and she began to rub up against him. The song 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 hombre. I asked her if she enjoyed dancing and let her do it how hot she looked out in the dance floor. I told her the soaked white pants she was wearing made her ass looking amazing. Susan B. Anthony chimes in and said he totally agreed.

I was rubbing on her leg and working my hired man on her thigh. I was curious if she was wearing panties, 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 recognize now ”. Susan Brownell Anthony looked over and said we were loony. We were tucked away in a dark corner of the bar in a cubicle. It was practically private. She fought a footling, but eventually gave in and let me unzip her pants. I reached inside and ran my fingers over her hairy bush and eventually landed between her diffused cunt lips. I was right, no panty. She was sweaty from dancing and I am sure her juices were flowing from the hot dancing. She moaned a little, relaxed and allowed me to perforate her hole with my fingers.

She dropped both her arms under the table and immediately moved her hands up to the hump in our pants. Antonius and I both smiled and took no time to unbutton our bloomers and free our botch. We even pulled them down a little to break her better admittance to our shaft. I wanted better admission to her kitty-cat, so I asked her to sit up and pull her trouser down too. She pushed them down to her knees. She could now easily propagate her legs. I knew I could play her off and give her an orgasm right there in the stall of this bar. No one was paying attention. hoi polloi were drinking, dancing, playing pool and no one had a cue of the natural process going on in the cubicle in the corner.

Here I was with my digit buried deep in my wife's snatch and both her paw wrapped around two dicks. She was doing such a great job stroking our dicks and being inconspicuous about it. After she came, I pulled my soaking finger's breadth out of her, leaned over to Anthony and said"Smell how sweet this is"and stay put my fingerbreadth under his nose. He took a recondite breather and inhaled taking in her scent.

I asked my wife if he could touch her and she just nodded. I guess her response was n't necessary since Anthony had already started moving his hand in that counselling. I watched as he slowly moved his hand 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 cumulus and started rubbing her thick George W. Bush. He then moved a little more down and rubbed her button, spreading her lips open with two fingerbreadth. She jolted as he finally inserted one digit in her kettle of fish. It was hot seeing his fat fingers probing my beautiful wife. The way she was squirming with his hired man between her legs made my dick hard as a rock. We all were finish.

Anthony said he was ready to cum and sped up the pace of his finger fucking her. Then my wife began stroking faster and faster until we all hit our breaking point. She came on his fingers, Antony shot his load under the table and I came, shooting a rope or two of cum on top of the table. Man, that was unbelievable ! We composed ourselves, paid the tab and headed for habitation. Since Elizabeth I was out of Town on commercial enterprise, Susan B. Anthony would probably be staying the night. I am sure as shooting we all knew there was more to fare and ready for cycle two !

To be continued ...