Her chest shaded red in embarrassment. There were a few other faint marks that extended downwards and went under her brown color jeans. She looked at ...e as I traced a mark across her skin with my finger down to her belt.Patty opened her mouth to say something as I said to her, "These go further down, show them to me."Patty mouth opened and closed as she looked down once more and slowly undid her belt, her button on her jeans and then dropped her pants to the floor. I looked at her with my hard. I heard a thud behind me so I turned around to see my wife dropping the bags on the floor in the center of the room. She turned and quickly shut the front door, then swung around and came at me like a lion pouncing on its’ prey. I dropped the bags from my hand and felt her direct me to the couch in our family room. She pushed me down and immediately started working on removing my cargo shorts and underwear. To say I was surprised by her actions would be a huge understatement. In my state of. He said, "I don't even know your name," and started laughing. I did know his name because he had referred to himself in the third person earlier, but the whole idea of meeting someone and fucking the way we did, without ever acknowledging one anothers' names was very hot and excillerating. We told each other our names and laughed some more.By this time, the mixture of lube and body fluids that I was laying in was starting to gross me out, so I asked if I could take a shower. He got up and. In college, before we were engaged she got a hot invite that would have led to a naked lesbian sleepover, but at the last moment she chose to go bowling with me. Still, she wonders what she missed. She keeps threatening to go home with Cindy some night and do bad girlthings till noon. Cindy is game, she even keeps a toy with Katy’s name on it. I am on board, “go ahead, walk on the wild side, I trust you and Cindy 100%.” I know she will cross the line someday. I am okay with it because she will.