Leaving the men to their wanking Marg and I went upstairs to get dolled up.I had a skirt and blouse on over my sexy new basque and stocking and watchi...g Marg out of the corner of my eye I could see she was a stunner with firm tits and a good arse just the sort my husband would die for.Once ready we went down stairs, I sat between the men on the settee thinking it would give Marg the choice of who she sat next to, but to my surprise she stood in front of us, she really did look good in her smart. Did she not want his contact, this connection they had, this supposed fate they shared? That thought made him pause. Could it be he felt a stronger draw to her than she toward him? No, that couldn’t be, he concluded. His confidence in the rightness of their connection was not just based on that… that bond thing created in the elevator. It was firmly rooted in his experience of life for the last dozen or so years. It’s like he was born with luck or something. Things just worked out for him,. As he stood and removed his sports shorts, leaving him the only semi-clothed person in the house, he whispered "Raise your hips off the bed and spread wider."I noticed this was an order, not a suggestion. Would she comply? She clenched her thighs, her ass, then slowly pulled her other knee up. As her hips rose, her pussy and eyes opened and she silently grinned at me and the huge, foreign dick bouncing near her hip. She winked slowly at me and spread her knees wider, wantonly exposing and. “That’s two you owe me,” she said, smiling and catching her own breath.I raised my eyebrows, not sure what she meant. I decided not to ask. Instead, I said, “I didn’t know we were keeping score.”She smiled and pulled my face to hers. I extended up for the kiss, and she moaned from the additional pressure I applied between her legs.She pushed on my chest and I stood up. She dropped her feet to the floor and sat up. With me standing at the edge of the bed, she reached up and rubbed on my chest,.