.. and get rid of the skirt,” said the other. She staggered to her feet and without taking her gaze off of the rigid cocks they were stroking she re...ched behind and swiftly pulled down the zipper and let the skirt fall to the floor. They nodded approvingly as she stood before them now dressed only in her thigh-highs and white panties damp with her juices and on her cum-covered face a look of anticipation. No more words were spoken; just gestures made that invited her to come closer, a subtle. The other rocks were easy and went quick, I walked in and Linda was in a long skirt and a nice halter top.She walked over to me and grabbed my balls. Gently, then with increasing pressure……..I fell to my knees. Linda,smirking, lifts her skirt to reveal a rather large feel-doe. “Suck it”. “Suck it like you want Sarah to suck yours”. I begin to suck, slowly, slowly, up and down. I am so close to Linda’s pussy, it smells heavenly. I start to work the phallus a little harder to get the business. .So a substantial amount of the evening was spent watching this to love birds touching kissing and laughing, until I had one to many myself. The next thing you know the 3 of us are on the dance floor dancing like some crazy lesbian orgy lol. After a particularly naughty dance when Sara had managed to lift my dress so my bare bum was hanging out on the dance floor we made a dash to the loos. All I will say here is legs, arms and lips went flying but I am saying nothing else, I have decided it. Jo refilled my coffee and told me she knew I was married yet very alone. She also worked into the conversation how alone she felt. Feelings, urges were building within me not felt in years, yet I kept having that nagging apprehension. Hell, I am married to a Church pastor. During all this, I had been scanning the ceiling fans in the living room and dining room. Both seemingly were working perfectly. Finally, I asked where the problem fan was. Jo responded that it was upstairs. Grabbing my tool.