So after dinner we all started drinking and some of us had way more than we can handle...Peggy the 2 beer queer, her nickname. We all knew she was a l...ghtweight drinker. My wife got her dressed for bed, lucky for us pukey was staying at our house tonight. Around 3 am, we got woken up by the sound of a slamming door and someone running down the hall. As usual I got to check it out. I went back to my room and told my wife it was nothing, her sister was in the bathroom hurling guts. She then told. You wanted to see your slut wife be taken by this little prick here? That will never happen. I am gonna fuck him in ways you will only dream about. I lower my pussy to his face and it is so wet that drops of my sweet juice hit his face. My pussy smells good right? Stan nods. He knows better than to speak. I bet you want to fuck this sweet pussy but its not gonna happen. Be thankful that I let you taste it. With that, I drive my slit into his face, smothering him. I roll my hips around, covering. "No, I just want to know." I told her that I didn't want to take that chance and that I hadn't brought up the subject since our anniversary. "No, I just want to know how? Like hypothetically speaking how would I or rather how does one go about doing this? Please, lets just have a real serious conversation about it." I figured that since she brought it up I had nothing to lose. The first thought that came to my mind about the subject was "Ashley Madison", I told her that because I figured it's. I closed my eyes and bite my lip knowing at this point I wanted him to touch me. No, I needed him to touch me! I snapped back into the moment as I realized my blouse had been unbuttoned and was now open. He pushed the front of my bra down exposing my breast. The bra was now pushing my breast up and out. I felt his fingers massage my nipples before taking them into his fingers and squeezing. I let out a loud moan. Feeling his hands slide down my body, then slowly unzipped my skirt. A moment.