I hugged Jean hello and then walked into the living room and shook Rebecca’s dad’s hand. Jean told me that Rebecca was finishing getting ready if ... wanted to have a seat. I sat down on the couch and made small talk with her parents until Rebecca entered the room. She was stunning. She was wearing a tight black button down shirt and a blue jean skirt that stopped about mid thigh. She had the shirt unbuttoned low enough to let her ample cleavage to spill out. I was speechless. She just smiled. “What is it about showing me off that got you going, anyway?” Tegan asked, leaning forward to mirror Jackson’s body language. “Was it about your friends seeing what you got to have, or about humiliating me?”“I dunno.” Jackson said, taking a sip of his drink. “The idea just seemed fun. It got me going to think about you flirting with other guys.”“So there was no real thought process behind it? Or is this like, a cuckold thing?” Tegan suggested.“I’m no cuck” Jackson said with a shrug. “I would be. ”“Marcia?”“I did what you’ve been telling me to do. I had a very sapphic night with KC and Alice. We fucked each other blue with every toy in the book, although Mike did join us at one point.”“Izzy?”She shook her head. “I have my period and had cramps, so I felt kind of out of it. I helped in the kitchen and worked the bar. I made out a little with James, but didn’t want to have sex.”I looked around at the men and women in the circle in confusion. “So you each only had sex with people in our. Through a website where hubbies posted pics of their wives I got chatting to Alan who, I later discovered, was in his mid-sixties. His wife Susan was in her early sixties and, certainly in my view, the perfect GILF. She had looked after herself and had a fabulous body for her age; UK size 10/12, sensational stems, a bum to die for, lovely natural breasts (I reckon a 36D) unusually firm for a sixty something and amazing super sensitive nipples. Looks wise she was the woman next door, shoulder.