I drank two beers quickly and had to go hit the men's room again. I left and did my business quickly. When I returned, Steve announced he needed to do...the same and left.My wife turned to me, there was a long awkward pause, and then she spoke. "Remember what you told me earlier? About letting another man satisfy me, well I really didn't think I would ever say this, but, I want that to happen."I was shocked. The idea sounded so generous and even arousing when it was just an idea. But now my wife. ..EASY!At the shops I couldn't contain my excitement at finally being able to own my very own pairs of tights or as they say in America PANTYHOSE, the queue was quite long and I found that standing in the queue amongst all the old women getting their bread and milk for the day, chatting about their ailments and the weather, I started daydreaming about finally having my body encased and caressed in nylon and I started to get an erection and a full one at that, my cock now in full adulthood is a. Once more I sat back and just watched her struggle. "Remember what I said, Krissy?" I started to explain. "I'm doing this because I haven't paid enough attention to your tits since we've been together. They are just as beautiful as the rest of you and I don't think it is fair that they have been ignored for so long.”Krissy simply nodded her head in reluctant agreement. Then again it wasn't like she had much of say in how and what I did to her. All she knew was that I loved her and this was how. God damn, it was big! Our arms entwined, tongues mingling, passion overriding us both. We laid down on the couch. John on top of me, dry humping me. Showing me his strokes. I slid my hand down and grabbed his cock. I had to see this wild beast. My hand did nothing to stop his thrusting. He broke our kiss and pushed himself up onto his knees. Griping his shirt he pulled it up over his head in one motion. Revealing his broad chest and burly frame. His body covered in wispy brown hair. My legs.