Everyone was talking, some held onto their cocktail while conversation carried on through out the pool. I talked to two guys that were gramps oldest f...iends. Both were short stocky guys, one was was slightly hairy while the other was really smooth. We were in close proximity to one another when I felt a hand touch my body, I didn’t react to the touch but felt slightly aroused by it. I asked the guys to excuse me but I need to ask my gramps a question. I quickly got away from those guys in fear. Once I got there though, I felt something out of the ordinary; another hand. I opened my eyes to see my wife's tit getting groped by the other guy. "Does she know this?” I thought to myself. Apparently not, because when she opened her eyes, she almost jumped out of the hot tub. She looked at me, shocked, and then saw the other woman quickly pull her foot away from my cock. Christine looked at me quizzingly, and obviously pissed. All I could do was smile. I guess that pissed her off, because she. What the fuck is wrong with me? First, you don't agree with him in anything. Then, you let him kiss you? I sighed while my conscience and I fought. I turned over and looked at my clock. It read 3:00 pm. I still had time to kill. I lifted my hand to my mouth and tasted myself. God, I was still horny. I had to get my mind off things. Okay, I'll take a shower and go to the campus gym. That should get my mind off of him.Carter I answered trying to sound like I wasn't out of breath, "Hey hun." "Hey,. If only I could wangle things so it was my tongue instead of my finger pushing its way up into such a captivating opening!But no... he'd already said he wasn't interested in rimming. Better take things slowly so as not to frighten the horses. Even if he wasn't too fussed about being rimmed, Elliot positively loved the feel of having my finger push into his sticky opening and started pushing his bum firmly and rhythmically downwards onto my hand. Soon he was frantically thrusting his hips so.