I put my hand on his thigh, “Thanks, you got a great cock!” We smiled at each other and he got up to take a shower. He went into the first stall...and started to shower, I mustered up the energy and went in the second shower and cleaned up. We both dried off and chatted a bit. I asked him if he was gay or if he fucked women. He said he was bi and I asked him if he’d be open some time to coming to our house up the street and fucking my wife and I some time. “You’re married!” he exclaimed, I. “Mmmm, yeah, that feels so good. I can’t believe how good your touch is,” I said with a low rumbling moan.“The couch is hurting my knees. No matter how I adjust, I keep getting a spring poking me. Can we lie on the floor or something?” she asked as she kept stroking my skin.“Huh? Uh, yeah, sure. Would it be better on a mattress? We could use my room or yours,” I suggested without really thinking about it; she had me floating contentedly in a zone of sensual lust.“Okay! Your bed is a queen,. The storm got worse and we either had to call it a night early or Icause soaping up her body was making me hard again and I was getting sore balls the way it was. She was cumming again telling how good it felt to be touched so soft and loving. Im glad we had another bed the first one was soaked from her cumming so hard. She told me she had never dont that before and was sorry for making the mess. I told her it was fantastic and couldnt wait for her to do it again. She told me her ex would of. Several times, I noticed Maurice looking at my wife's crossed limbs.I felt removed, like I was viewing the scene through the lens of a camera. They truly made an attractive couple. Their eyes danced; their conversation sparkled; and their gestures were animated. Becky obviously was charmed. Her laughter punctuated his comments.After viewing the apartment and visiting for awhile, Maurice picked up a briefcase from his apartment and brought us back to our car. We shook hands and thanked him for.