I took another long pull of my beer, put it on the ground. I unbuttoned my shirt and shrugged it off, kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants and sho...ts. My cock was pointing almost straight up. “Better than I remember,” Steve said. I lay down next to him. We turned and faced each other. He reached over with his free hand, touched my hip, stroked my ass. Then my cock was in his hand, his grip gentle but firm. He stroked a few times, enough to coax a moan out of me. A drop of precum appeared. I wanted more of what she had given me. I wanted to try some different things with Patricia, as well. These two women had a lot of sexual energy, and that gave me an idea. The three of us lay on the bed, trying to recover. Ramona lay across me on one side, with Patricia on the other. Patricia lazily sucked on my cock, not to get me hard, but just to have it in her mouth. Ramona would occasionally reach up to kiss me. "Carol was right about you," Ramona said. "She told me that you were the fuck. He wanted her at home like always. Waiting for him to come through the door as always to have a hot meal waiting for him. The house clean, the laundry washed and put away. At home looking pretty for him when he walked through the door, to show off in public. And it was always that way.She felt she did her duty by him all these years. She had gotten married so very young, at the age of only 15 with her parent's permission, just a baby herself so she was relatively still a young woman. Attractive. Her hair was somewhat tussled, but not out of place. She sat in the minivan for a minute. She lit a cigarette. She usually only smokes when she drinks,but I don't think she had had a drink yet. She tossed the smoke and split. Now to retrieve the evidence.Weeks earlier I had mentioned a fantasy that came to me. It was great;fun and unique. It would put my wife in a whore's situation. I spent a few days thinking of the details and work involved getting things together. When I thought I had a good.