Now I don’t have to feel guilty that his needs aren’t being met.”“And these women’s husbands actually want to see your husband fuck their wi...es?” woman number one asked, dumbfounded at the whole idea of this.“Apparently so,” the second woman replied. “I guess it takes all kinds. All I know is, things are better at home because he’s happy and I am happy. We still have great sex once a week and he’s not screwing around wining and dining some little slut to get her to sleep with him. He goes to. We were meeting on the Wednesday but we met for lunch on the Monday before. After lunch, we were walking back to our cars and it was pouring with rain. “Get in my car. I’ve got something for you," she told me. I sat in the front passenger seat and Charlotte got in the driving seat. The rain hammered down on the car. Charlotte reached across and got a carrier bag from the back seat and handed it to me. I looked inside but saw women’s underwear. I clearly looked confused. “It’s for you," she told. I just kept rubbing my finger between her pussy lips vibrating her clit. She was in 7th heaven catching her breath. She was lying on my left hand smooching and I was rubbing her clit with my right hand. I then inserted my middle finger into her Love hole she just grasped her breath and started moaning. I put my leg between both of her legs and increased the speed of my finger. She started moaning loud and she let out a load of her lovely juices splashing my fingers. For next few minutes, she. She heard him gasp at her touch and, in a moment of courage, she lowered herself, kissing his chest, stomach, dropping to her knees. She opened her eyes, his tip, swollen and glistening in front of her. Her mouth was dry but she could feel a wetness between her thighs. She licked her lips to moisten them.'Sammi.' She looked up at his face. 'You don't have -.''I want to.' She opened her mouth, her lips sliding over the smooth head. She paused as she tasted him, the salty tang pleasant but.