I was surprised at how salty she tasted. It was goodthough. I next tried to do what I had felt her doing to me. I made little circlesaround her clit. ...he came three times more before she rolled off of me. We kissed each other very passionately. Then she untied my hands. She smiled at me as she got up from the bed. "You can get yourself washedup in there, little one." She pointed toward the bathroom. "I've laid out someexercise clothes I have that I think will fit you. Downstairs, you'll. " About what?" Masturbating."I thought: Why the hell doesn't she just leave that alone? I thought her openness about her sexual curiosity could be exciting at times, but here I was trying to get my dick down to an acceptable level. I called back, "Very seldom. I don't particularly care for it. It's too lonely."She muttered from the bathroom as she rummaged, "Well, you're right about that. It can be very lonely sometimes. But sometimes it helps. It helps me. Sometimes."I said, "Talking about it. When I think back on it, the whole scene was ridiculous. Here I was shaking hands and welcoming five guys who were coming here to watch my wife put on a strip show and then fuck her in our bed. But that is how it played out. I invited then in and brought out some beer, and we all sat in our small living room and made small talk. Slightly awkward to say the least, probably for them as well as for me. And then the show began. Maryanne walked in with a smile on her face and greeted our guests. Then I felt like I had to say it."I'm not complaining. You're so beautiful that I'm about ready to ask you to marry me just on general principles, but are you aware how close we are to actually losing our virginity together right now?"Suddenly she realized that she had backed her sweat pants so completely into mine, that she was on the verge of pushing her pussy lips around my erection and actually letting me penetrate through the layers of fabric an inch or two.She froze. "Oohh. I, I, I didn't.