It took about 10 minutes to get to her place. I parked out the front.“Would you like to come in for a cold drink?” she asked.“Yes ... sure ... t...ank you” I replied.I loved her company, and the opportunity to spend a little more time with her was too good to miss.She showed me into the lounge room where I sat on the large lounge chair whilst she disappeared into the kitchen.“Is iced-tea ok? ... or would you like a beer?” she asked from the doorway.“Iced-tea ... thanks” I replied.She came back. I could tell she was a lot more flattered than she let on though."I can see why Anthony loves you so much," Charlotte added.Sheila paused in thought, looking down at her hands as she fiddled with a piece of thread hanging off of her shirt."Well we've got something special, me and him. How long have we been friends now, Ant? Ten years?" Ant?" Charlotte said. "That's so cute!" He was a shrimpy little kid. I used to call him Ant, and I guess the name stuck." You should talk about being shrimpy,. ”“What was wrong, Baby?”“He never lasted long enough for me.” Was her answer.“Did he ever do manual manipulation, or oral?”She leaned back looking me in the eye shaking her head. “We never did any of that.”I asked her, “Why on earth wouldn’t you do those things? That can be some of the most pleasurable parts of making love. Iris and I did all sorts of things.“We did oral, hand jobs, baths, pearls, we even did anal occasionally. That we didn’t do often because she wasn’t comfortable with it but. She duly turned to face us both, all she had on was her heels, stockings and a blindfold. She rubbed her breasts her chest was heaving she was so turned on, she tweaked a nipple with her left hand while her right slide between her thighs. She bit her lip to stifle her moan, what would she do if she knew I’d invited another to watch her play for me? I was past caring. I was way too excited, Sarah get onto all fours in front of me.The sight before me had my cock dripping pre-cum, my wife was.