There were bags of mulch and trays of flowers. Parking the car, I went into the house and heard, “I’m in the kitchen, Josh.”When I stepped into ...he kitchen, my eyes felt as if they jumped out of their sockets. There was mom with her back to me getting something from the fridge. She had on a pair of denim shorts that were cut so high that you could see a hint of butt cheek. When she turned around, well let’s just say I made a beeline to the nearest chair at the table. Her white tank top molded. I shook the first guys hand but with apprehension. I started glancing around for my wife. He picked up on that and said she's in the house getting beer. I was about to ask them what they where doing at my house when I heard the patio sliding door open. I turned to see my wife walking across the deck carrying a lunchmate cooler. She was wearing her orange bikini bottoms and that was all. She was topless. I stared at her as she came down to the pool, her thirty four b cup tits bouncing with each. I inserted the finger again slowly moving in and out before leaning in to clamp some pubes in my mouth. I was too afraid to pull the knickers all the way over so only the edge of one lip was visible. My tongue extended tasting that distinctive flavour.My finger entered again slowly moving in and out before leaning in to clamp some pubes in my mouth. I was too afraid to pull the knickers all the way over so only the edge of one lip was visible. My tongue extended tasting that distinctive. I walked around his desk and stood next to his chair as he turned it. His hands reached out to my breasts and slid down my body. I opened my legs in anticipation and he smiled, again. His fingers slid over my slit and between my lips. “You’re wet, excellent.” His eyes came to mine as a finger penetrated into me for the first time since … “A good slut should always anticipate being used, Megan. Also, I like your shaved cunt, keep it that way.” I nodded as I blushed.I closed my eyes as his finger.