My wife stood totally naked in front of the eight of us, her long flowing blonde hair, her firm perky tits with hard nipples, her flat toned belly tha... leads to her patch of dark black curly pubic hair covering her delicate pussy. Her firm, tight ass cheeks. My wife is five foot three and one hundred fifteen pounds of a free spirit. I was not sure where this was all going since it was new, but my wife was definitely feeling the bourbon and having fun. When she told the guys it was not fair that. Inviting them to a reception for the new United States Bishops. Her hands shook as she read the names. Frank’s name was there. ‘You’ve done well for yourself, my darling,’ she whispered as she sat reading the invitation over again. Her fingers softly touched his name on the paper as if touching him. RSVP? Yes, she decided, she would go. She didn’t want to be in the line meeting him, but she wanted to see Frank. She wanted to bring closure to that part of her life, to the wondering, and she. That was really good.We went downstairs with the girls being silly acting like they could hardly walk because they said they were so sore between their legs from my vigorous assault. I knew it wasn’t real, but it did boost my ego. They were dressed in cute little baby dolls that covered everything very nicely. Their PJ’s were not even a little risqué, just cute. We made some stovetop popcorn and had some Cokes while we watched an old black and white movie. We fell asleep with a girl on each. The purpose of the clothing was tohighlight her femininity, to show off her breasts, her butt, herpussy. And though she 'did' want to cover up vs being naked, theclothing was in some respects worse. But she had no choice really,her only function was to please her husband and the first wife.When Ablah's ex wife started to teach her how to work on her gagreflexes, she knew what was next, but didn't know how to escape it.It turns out that her ex wife didn't want that duty anymore, so shedecided.