I introduced myself and Carol as my wife. Their names were Tony, Rick, Dave and Tom. They all worked for a local consulting firm and Tom had just be...n promoted to sention project manager. Tom said, "You're a lucky bastid," in a typical Boston accent. We chatted for a while. I told them about my business and that Carol, my wife, often comes along for some fun. All the while Carol was crossing and uncrossing her legs, giving a glimpse at her shaved mound. I offered to buy the table a round. "Her breasts jutted out proudly from her chest, two gravity-defying orbs with pink upturned nipples just begging for my lips."You're very hairy, Micky," she whispered as we came together again, "A real man, my first real man."We kissed again, my hands all over her beautiful young body, I kissed her breasts and their pink nipples. She moaned as I took each one into my mouth and teased it with my tongue; she squirmed against me when I cupped her firm little buttocks and pressed her into my. I turn over, sit up, take another sip of my drink, lay back and close my eyes.I hear the neighbour frantically trying to open (or close, I can’t tell) their window so I open my eyes to see what’s going on. In the window I see Jason, the middle aged husband of Sara, trying to close the window. He sees me look up, stops, and looks right at me. Eyes as wide as dinner plates. I don’t think much of it and lay back down peering across to see him still looking. I put my sunglasses on again and start. “Fuck” she thought. His eyes drank in the sight of her firm breasts, the nipples hard as stones at their center. Her belly was soft and rounded and fell beautifully towards her glistening pussy. The oddness of this now naked woman spread below him leaning on her elbows in a torn sweater with a ski-mask on was not lost on him. Weirdly, he found it an incredible turn on and the blackness of the mask made her huge brown eyes all the more prominent. Her nipples poked into his chest and her breasts.