A normal, hectic Monday morning followed, with two people trying to usethe bathroom at the same time, coffee being gulped down and breakfastgetting sk...pped. It would have been kind of kinky to have Andy wearpanties under his slacks, but because we did not want to break rulenumber one, "no outsiders", he wore his regular briefs and so with theexception of his painted toe nails well hidden beneath his shoes andsocks, he gave no outward evidence of our new game.I worked until after six and the. I could see that this was getting out of control and so around midnight I decided we should head back home.Carol whined and said, "One more dance." John, Raymond and I pulled her to her feet. The song was an old one, Wild Thing by the Troggs. The three of us danced around Carol while she shook, trembled and went wild to the music. She was like a sexual whirling dervish.I finally pulled her out to the limo and we all piled in. Carol and I sat on the back bench seat and John and Raymond sat in. This year, it is the first time that the spouses are guest (s) at the dinner of the last evening. The seminar is held in a beautiful mansion, close to Toulouse. Murielle, my wife, arrives at 8 PM when we are having drinks. Although it is quite cold for the season, she wears as usual a short beige colored skirt, clear heeled shoes and a light orange jacket. She is cute and elegant. Yet, I am surprised to discover that under the jacket she is wearing her white bodice. I must admit that unless. She gasped again as he buried himself in her love hole.“Fuck me my love! Don’t hold back!” She desired. Her head lifted as her lips pressed hard to his, and moaned as his tongue explored her mouth. She breathed rapidly into the hollow of his shoulder as her lover rode her.Jackie felt mixed emotions witnessing her boyfriend fucking her mom. She was a little jealous, yet proud of him and found it highly erotic. “Come on, John, fuck my mom!” She encouraged.John’s breaths came in sharp snorts.