She made the drink and after handing it to him she sat on the couch next to him. He put his arm around her and there was some small talk they exchange... as they watched the NBA game that was on the TV. He turned down her offer of ordering a pizza now saying maybe later.His hand that was around her had a mind of its own. It made its way under the sweat pullover and worked its way up till it was cupping Kate’s braless breast. She didn’t voice any objection to where his hand was or what it started. .." he gasped. "She did it to your husband... it's only fair that you should have it, too," Bob answered, his eyes feasting hungrily on the thin coral lips.He placed his palms flat against the inside of her thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy cuntal lips. She looked down at him hunched there on all fours now, pushing her legs wide apart and grinning up between her proudly upstanding breasts like a beast of prey ready to pounce on its helpless fear-stricken victim and devour it in. He held me and stroked my arms as we laughed and shared stories and passed the time.Oh, this happiness was heady stuff!I lay there thinking about how incredible this man was—smart, funny, warm, strong, good in bed. Well, I could only assume that last one, but I already knew I was itching to find out for sure. And speaking of itching--a thought at the back of my mind kept trying to claw its way to consciousness. Eventually it did.Why me?Finally it bugged me enough to ask."Besides the fact that. The song ended, and before they walked off the dance floor, her arms dropped and she grabbed his ass. This made him jump and they laughed. We all sat back down. My wife was between us two guys. I asked her if she enjoyed dancing and let her know how hot she looked out in the dance floor. I told her the tight white pants she was wearing made her ass look amazing. Anthony chimes in and said he totally agreed. I was rubbing on her leg and working my hand on her thigh. I was curious if she was.