My wife nowstood naked above the waste with her arms trapped at hersides by the dress straps. The stranger was now gropingat both her tits. StaceyR...7;s chest heaved as she gulped forair. I was so busy watching my wife’s tits being violatedI hadn’t even noticed Stacey’s hands. I did and instantly leaked a little pre cum. My wife’ssweet little hands were all over his cock. Still in hispants but – my gosh. Now fumbling for his zipper Staceystopped kissing to look. My knees kept my crotch tilted forward unable to rock further back as he kept pulling my elbows back and down pulling my spine into a severe arch. He secured the last strap locking me into this impossible curve which combined with the bow of my shoulders made me look like I was trying to launch each of my breasts into a different corner in front of me. Stopping in front of me he reached down to my point of contact with the wooden knife, for that’s what it felt like now, that supported me and. My unintended pun made me smile even more. ‘I hate to run,’ I told everyone, ‘but I promised my wife that I’d let the doctor give me a checkup.’ I patted my swollen belly. ‘For some reason she thinks I might just drop the kids at a moment’s notice.’ That made them all laugh. Keven stood up with me. ‘Since your wife kidnapped my fiancé, I’ll fill in and make sure that you get there in one piece. Everyone, it’s been a pleasure, and I hope we can keep getting together over the next week.’ Everyone. He caught me looking and apologized. I told him not to worry and that I too had the same problem. He just smiled and took another sip, and took my wine from me. I laid back down so he could begin again. He grabbed a bottle of something and squirted it on my lower back and down my crack. As he started rubbing it in, he asked me if I’ve ever had a prostate massage. I told him, not officially and he laughed and asked what that meant. Knowing he saw the photo of Tito’s bottle up my ass, I told him.