I have no interest in being a stripper for other people. But I can see doing it for you. And when we made love, you would want me to do it like I was ... stripper rather than your wife. Do I have it right?’ ‘It would be different, Honey. You have to admit that!’ Don’s enthusiasm showed through. And Bridget had to agree. That night they tried fulfilling Don’s fantasy. While Don did his usual job of clearing the table, Bridget went into the bedroom and got ready. For Don it was indeed a fantasy. Both started kissing each other and i could see my wife fully cooperating with him with her tounge lickinh him and joining is tounge and slowly my friend started pressinh her boobs to which he moaned and i could see my wife getting aroused as she loves fiddling with her boobs and this is when my frined took off her shirt and was amazed to look at her big breast which were covered by a lacy black bra and my wife was looking sexy in that scene .he started sucking her boobs and my wife kept. " I could only smile. "Quite a work out. Could you refill our glasses?" I got up to get the bottle. "Oh look at you all confident now strolling around naked." You've seen it all. Nothing to hide." I like what I'm seeing too." I refilled and settled in next to Chelsea. "So, lover boy, you done for the night, or might you be able to handle a night cap?" Don't know. Uncharted territory. We can sure try at some point." I'm going to grab a washcloth. You know I'm not shy." Chelsea casually got up. Both of you start to turn around allowing me access to what I am about to find out are two very wet pussies. Two pussies, two hands, a perfect match. I start to stroke both of you, moving my fingers up and down your slits. Sliding my fingers inside and along your inner lips. All this in perfect unison. Then down to your clits. At this stage you have my cock between your mouths and as I first touch your clits your teeth sink into my shaft and rasp from the top to the base sending me into spasms..