Another frosty one arrived and they asked if they could join me; I again said "Sure". Talk of football, weather, college and other local subjects came...easily. No word on departure so more beers were ordered. Talk then switched to sex and whether I had a girlfriend. I did not but this was the 70's so girlfriends weren't necessary for sex; just consensual discovery between youth. Great times. The men wanted details and at this point my tongue was willing to oblige. I had about three casual sex. “That was great sweetie,” Betty said. “That was just the start, tomorrow’s a whole new day.” She added. “Now shoo! I have to make dinner, you’re uncle will be home soon.” Ben left her to cook and went into the living room to watch some TV. After a while he heard the front door open and close and knew his uncle was home. “Where’s that son of a bitch!” Joe shouted, in a humorous tone. “Cut that out Joe, Ben’s turned into a very sweet young man.” Betty replied, a slight smile creeping across her. "She had me at fried chicken, and she knew it."Besides, I have an announcement." Yeah?" Uh uh. When we get there. Pick me up in an hour, OK?"I got to Hebe's house at the appointed time. Just before I went out the door with the last load of picnic stuff, Mrs. H put her hand on my arm."Sam, wait."She stepped in front of me and I put the bags I was carrying down."You take care of her, Sam, OK?"She moved closer."I mean it, Sam. Treat her right."I put my arms around Mrs. H. She kissed me, and she. The happy slutty girl and I went back to our loving partners.I told Victor about my talk with this naughty babe and he smiled.The couple changed places and the guy’s hand now slipped up under my skirt. This time he fingered fuck my slippery wet cunt, while he was shoving his thick thumb up my tiny asshole.Thanks to the music sounding loud, I could moan and cum again as nobody there could notice what was happening under my skirt.As the band stopped playing, I looked at my husband and grabbed.