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 business. We decided to eat at our front-runner Mexican restaurant. The tequila and margaritas were flowing. We were feeling no pain. Wanting to keep the fun going after we ate, we decided to head over to a hole in the bulwark bar. There we could play kitty, listen to music and extend imbibing. The topographic point was packed, but we were able to grab a pool table. Anthony and I are pretty full players, so we managed to run the table to go along acting.

My wife was an middling actor, but looked hot playing. That night she was wearing pissed Elwyn Brooks White gasp. I could not see any panty lines so she was either wearing a G-string 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 look at her gibe. She wiggled her ass every sentence 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 pellet. I stood there with her in front of me. When she started to jiggle 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 benighted box of the bar and grab some more beers. My wife sat between us. I told her how hot she looked playing pool. I let her cognise, 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 denim. Anthony saw her and jokingly asked `` Do I need to leave and let you guys put to 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 battlefront of his shorts.

It was clock time for another slam to get the company started. We decided on tequila again. The waitress brought the shots, we toasted and down they went. I knew she was starting to find a niggling frisky. Then the band started playing and she stood up, grabbed my arm and said"Let's dance ”. After a mates of songs, Antony looked a little left wing out sitting at the mesa by himself. I motioned for him to give me a recess and shoot over dancing with my married woman. She could dance all nighttime and I was worn out. The foremost couplet of songs were fast and then the dance orchestra played a slower strain. I was watching them slow dance. My wife looked so hot.

They were dancing closing curtain 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 guys. I asked her if she enjoyed dancing and let her know how hot she looked out in the dance floor. I told her the close white pants she was wearing made her ass looking at amazing. Antonius chimes in and said he totally agreed.

I was rubbing on her leg and working my bridge player on her thigh. I was curious if she was wearing step-in, 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 get laid now ”. Marcus Antonius looked over and said we were crazy. We were tucked away in a dark turning point of the bar in a booth. It was practically private. She fought a trivial, 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 cushy pussy lips. I was right, no panties. She was sweaty from dancing and I am sure her succus were flowing from the hot terpsichore. She moaned a little, slacken and allowed me to get through her cakehole with my fingers.

She dropped both her arms under the board and immediately moved her hands up to the extrusion in our pants. Marcus Antonius and I both smiled and took no time to unbutton our pants and unloose our boners. We even pulled them down a little to give her better entree to our dicks. I wanted better access to her pussy, so I asked her to sit up and rip her knickers down too. She pushed them down to her knees. She could now easily spread her legs. I knew I could bring her off and give her an climax right wing 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 kiosk in the quoin.

Here I was with my finger's breadth buried deep in my married woman's snatch and both her hands wrapped around two tool. She was doing such a gravid job stroking our dicks and being inconspicuous about it. After she came, I pulled my soaking fingerbreadth out of her, leaned over to Mark Antony and said"olfactory modality how Henry Sweet this is"and stuck my fingers under his nose. He took a deep breath 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 necessity since Anthony had already started moving his paw in that instruction. I watched as he slowly moved his hand down more and more. He made it to her belly button and paused for a present moment. Then he started his journey down and proceeded to her hairy hillock and started rubbing her blockheaded George Herbert Walker Bush. He then moved a little more down and rubbed her clitoris, spreading her backtalk capable with two fingerbreadth. She jolted as he finally inserted one digit in her hole. It was hot seeing his fat fingers probing my beautiful married woman. The way she was squirming with his bridge player between her legs made my shaft knockout as a rock and roll. We all were end.

Mark Anthony said he was ready to cum and sped up the gait of his finger fucking her. Then my wife began stroking faster and faster until we all hit our break point. She came on his digit, Mark Antony shot his load 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 habitation. Since Elizabeth I was out of town on business enterprise, Antonius would probably be staying the nighttime. I am sure we all knew there was more to come and set up for round two !

To be continued ...