“Do you think they would want to go out with two old guys?” I laughed.“Well we would obviously have to charm them,” he replied. “Who knows w...at might happen?”“Yeah, it could be interesting - I will ask them,” I said.“I promise to be a complete gentleman,” Marcus said with a grin. “I would hope so.”“I promise only to flirt with them a bit.”“What about me flirting with Naomi?”“Oh, I would like to see that.”I took a sip of my drink, I was already feeling a stirring in my groin area at the thought. He liked me for being a great fuck, taking it anywhere like a good slut. Believe it or not that's what I liked to hear. I went back in first. With every step I could feel my cum soaked thong & his slippery cum rubbing against my legs.I went over and sat by my husband thinking about how I just got fucked, the feel of my cum soaked thong against my pussy & the sticky cum drying on my thighs. My husband asked me to dance. What could I say? Sure. While he held me close I couldn't think of. I dont care, he said, thrusting again as his cock slipped against her. He grunted, he wanted to be inside her so badly it hurt. What if people find out? she gasped. He thrust again, and this time he got the right spot. He could feel her opening up for him slowly as he pushed himself inside of her. She let out a primal sounding moan, and he did the same. He leaned over her, having her pinned completely under his body. It was too late now…they couldnt take it back. He thrust into her slowly,. It certainly made no difference to her what the silly man did just as long as he didn’t interfere with her happy arrangement with Mark and Greg and their weekends in the country. The two young lads were like her “book-ends” now and she had long past the point when she could make do with just one hard shaft at a time. In a way, she knew she could handle the both of them no matter what sort of degrading tomfoolery they got up to because she was that type of female that could burn the candle at.