He was almost bracing himself to hear the rejection but was flabbergasted to hear her say, “Oh, I would love to. Thank you for inviting me”. She h...d a very beautiful smile cheek to cheek as she accepted the offer. He said to be waiting for her at 6:00 PM, next day Saturday.Reaching home, he was so elated that he could not resist and had to masturbate fantasizing about her. Saturday, he was nervous all day. He took a long hot shower, shaved his pubes as well in full hope and eagerness, put on. I was away on a sales trip for the rest of that week, so I made a date for the Saturday night. She liked to go dancing and as an exiled Scot in England I was a member of the local Scottish society and it was holding a Ceilidh that night and I suggested we go there.Their dances were a mixture of Scottish reels, and Jigs, barn dances and what we called old time dancing. She had never done anything like that but she agreed to go. If you have never been to a Ceilidh (pronounced Kaley) then you will. It was ecstasy.The bed helped me out a bit again, held it where I wanted it kind of, but I had to go slow. The strap-on slid lazily through my palm, but where it touched me, I held it fast and hard against my clit. It was a little clumsy to keep it right there where I wanted it — with the wet lips of my pussy opened slightly beneath the base, with the flattest part of it compressing/rubbing/rotating my clit until it felt like a hard little pebble underneath the sudden give of the toy. It felt. But I’m the forgiving type, and all was shortly forgotten. Later that day, we were fucking each other and talking dirty. As usual, the talk turned to my wife being tag teamed. I’m not sure why, but all of a sudden my embarrassment turned into me being hugely turned on by catching her rubbing a random dude’s dick through his pants. When I mentioned this, my wife apologized again, but I wasn’t in the mood for apologies: I was fucking horny! So I said something like, “You were a fucking bad little.