And when I got dried off, back in bed was where she was whenever she said that. So I wasn’t too conscientious about just wrapping a towel around me ...s I left the bathroom.Back in the kitchen, still naked, I rummaged in the ‘fridge and found some leftover roast beef. I made myself a sandwich and ate it with a cold beer – it was after work, so it was like my own private happy hour at seven A.M. those mornings. As I ate I reflected on Glenda. She was good looking. Not quite pretty, but the person. Perhaps it was a bit of both. “Spread for me, whore.” If it hadn’t been obvious what she meant, it quickly became so as she began spreading her own legs, forcing my already parted thighs further apart. Despite my best efforts, it had been difficult, with my hands fastened behind my back, to sit as demurely as I wished. In fact, my bare ass was resting against her thighs, allowing the flap of my skirt to hide my pussy from prying eyes. At least, it was before she reached around me and pulled it. “Can you see these titties, Digby?” Alexia smoothed her hands back over her body, and I suddenly saw the clear outline of her breasts. “Would you like to fuck them, baby? Don't you want to spurt your little dicky all over my boobies?” She cupped them and stuck them out into my face. The nipples stuck out hard through the thin cotton. “Oh no!” I practically screamed. The sudden build-up took me completely by surprise. It was too late to pull back. I looked up at Alexia desperately. She had. Marcus, directed my attention back to our conversation.A little later I looked up and noticed that my wife had undone several of the buttons of her dress. It was hot in the bar, so that didn't surprise me in and of itself. What did surprise me was that her cleavage was showing to the point that you could see the edges of her bra cups. She just smiled at me and returned to her conversation with Bill, a stocky black accountant from an ivy league school. She was directly facing him so all I.