"What kind of stories do you like, babe?" I asked, hoping to keep this going. She waited quite a while to respond, considering how truthful she should...be. "Oh baby, I think I like them all!" She openly admitted. Just saying that seemed to drop some weight off her shoulders. She seemed more relaxed all of a sudden. "Threesomes are great," she continued, "I mean threesome stories. I picture us in those stories a lot. I guess slutty wife stories turn me on too. Like a wife getting gangbanged or. We tried not to slaughter them, but the score was pretty lopsided and we won in two games. That gave us time to watch the last game of the two elite teams playing against each other. Just watching them was amazing. Watching singles racquetball is raw athleticism. Watching doubles is like ballet. I realized that what we were doing was powering our way through competitions and we needed to become even more coordinated. I didn’t think we were going to get that far by October.In the end, George and. One hand was wrapped around her large breast. While the other beautiful, tan arm reached between her legs. She gasped when she saw me standing there. But rather than clothe herself, she released her breast and beaconed me over. More than eager, I ran to her bed. She flipped over and grabbed me by the waist. She pushed me onto the bed and rubbed her hand over the front of my pants. I arched up, already eager. She slowly removed my pants and pushed my shirt off, taking time to rub her hands over. The vibe was kinda sexy. Two nude men and my wife getting undressed in such a confined space. Holly wrapped a towel around her body in that effortless way that women do and we walked over to the lower bench. . Again, they made no attempt to cover up and even rose like gentlemen, as my wife sat down. We introduced ourselves. Their names were David and Jamal. David said, "It's your turn." Jamal stood up and had started to step down, then he lost his balance, almost falling onto Holly. He caught.