I bedded down on one of the armchairs in the living room so it was hardly a restful night’s sleep.I was up and busy clearing up the glasses and bott...es long before Jill showed herself. I suppose I should be sympathetic about the fact that she obviously had a full-on hangover but I wasn’t. I managed to stay out of her way and by lunchtime they’d all decided they were going up the pub for the hair of the dog, so I got the place back to myself.About half past one there was a ring on the door bell. I’m absolutely sure that a proper Southern Belle has the attire to go to a place like Chez Paul.”It turned out she did. When I picked her up at IIT after having gone home from the computer lab to put on my black suit, she came into the lobby in a gorgeous emerald green gown that perfectly accented her body. Her hair was draped over her shoulders and she had on ruby red lipstick and pale green eyeshadow.“Why, Miss Scarlett, you are a sight!” I drawled.“Oh stow it, Steve!” she said with no trace. I found it very exciting to watch my wife’s eyes roll back into her head and her lips purse into an “O” as she started to puff. As I thrust into Pam I watched my wife’s expression change. The more violent I was fucking Pam the more my wife seemed to enjoy it too. Pam was just the center of me making love to my own wife. I was definitely in control. I thrust and Pam thrust. I shoved my cock into her deeper and she shoved her tongue into my wife deeper. Then all of a sudden I started to reach my. We were crushed in an elevator like sardines in a can. Then there was deliberate touching. I was wearing a knee length skirt that was lightweight crinkled cotton and it flared out loosely. I felt this stranger’s left hand slid up the back of my left leg ever so lightly moving my skirt up too. I froze. It was so subtle. Of course I couldn’t pretend I didn’t notice this. Still I just stood there. I felt his finger begin to walk the fabric up inch by inch until his hand was touching my bare thigh..