"Why aren't you dancing?"It took me a second to realize that had been addressed to me. I turned my head to see Heather, dressed in tight jeans and a f...zzy sweater with a cowl neck. The front of the sweater swelled out wonderfully around her large breasts. Her honey blonde hair was in ringlets down to her shoulders. Her face and her blue eyes were just ... perfect."Um, I've never danced. I don't know how," I managed to stammer out."Oh, it's easy! Get up and I'll show you how." She smiled. At me.. He was a nice, tall, good looking guy and I could tell he thought I was pretty good looking myself. The conversation was brief and he said he would be stopping off at a local pub and if I cared to join him. I had to decline and he said he would be there a while in case I changed my mind. "I know something I'd like right now" I told Joe. Joe looked at me as I sat up a bit more in the lounge chair, "Okay" he replied "Do I need to do anything?" he then asked me. "Just sit right there" I answered. He forgot all about his previous opinions on sex. His thoughts that any way of fucking but the standard way was wrong – and that oral sex was the most perverted of all – disappeared as he felt his wanton wife’s tongue slither lewdly the length of his cock. All of it had left his mind and nothing mattered but that he was here with the most fantastic woman he’d ever known, or even imagined. Claire sensed the quickening urgency in his lithe young body and redoubled her lapping and tonguing. As she. Looked to be early 30s, about 10 years younger, just the way I like them.Hubby went over and asked them to join us. Introductions and began chatting. We quickly steered the conversation toward sex and asked them what they thought about wives pulling men for a one nighter or a quickie. They were both married and basically said they wouldn't like for theirs to do it, but they were open to indulging themselves.They had obviously picked up on our drift, so hubby asked if they thought I was.