Eventually I saw her standing at the big bar in the middle of the club – sipping on some kind of cocktail and chatting with some guy. Seemed harmles... enough. Damn, though, she still looked so hot. And since the club was mostly filled with twenty-something girls, my mother was far and away the most experienced looking piece of ass in the club that night. While she was talking to this guy, I watched as a large black man walked up to her and tapped her on the elbow. It looked like she knew him, or. .. the hell?” I asked aloud as I found people eating off each other’s skin, using ladies as human food trays.“Yeah, the ... um ... caterers that I chose aren’t ... normal caterers. They double as sex workers, babe. This occasion let them double dip, if you will. We paid them extra, just in case word got out and their business suffered. I guess that I shouldn’t have hidden that final surprise from you, but that’s what it was. Forgive me?” my charming wife asked me with an adorable pout and puppy. You do, almost shyly. Your excitement at this point is winning over your fear of what's happening. Your fingers slide over your pussy, wet and slick due to the lack of pubic hair. You spread your lips and your fingers run over your clit. You keep one finger there, circling around the hard little nub that feels so good. You start to whimper and moan as you do it. I tell you to lick your fingers clean. You look up at me, timid from the memory of my slap, and hesitantly start to lick and suck on. She looked at me and smiled indicating that she liked what I just did to her. I again pulled out just to the entrance and banged her. The momentum was building up and we increased our rhythm. We were fucking nice and hard. Kissing, sucking each other’s fingers, nipples, and earlobes.I quickly pulled out of her and made her position on her knees. I had to take her from behind. I love taking women from behind. I was back in her again with a hard stroke sending her moaning and looking back at me.