Red faced, and gulping for air, my wife was spitting and drooling The other guys were laughing, and they were encouraging that third and biggest guy t... really “work her over”. He asked her one more time, but very seriously this time., “OK?” Then, very slowly, “O...K...???”.My wife said, “Sure!”The other guys were working on a joint, and had my wife take a toke while she was laying there. Then they gave number three a toke. No one, including Bill, knew that my wife had also taken a hit of. I loved her full breasts and would caress their generous, female fleshiness and kiss the pouting nipples. Now they look like a cow's udders, to be milked and ignored. I move around her, her back is tanned and taut, the backbone leading my eyes to the crack of her arse. 

Her arse is prominent, but then that is the reason for the frame. I stand behind her, coolly surveying the view. I used to love what I can see but now I despise it. Her fat arse cheeks stand out and her tied legs spread them. I was a well-spoken young lady even then; I never swore, not even in anger. My father had been a lawyer and I’d spent most of my younger years in private education. I never, ever used that word. The C-word. I shuffled on the balls of my feet uneasily. My heart was racing, I wanted him to have me more than anything. Steven's eyes were fixed on my privates once again, his fingers working his thick shaft with greater purpose now. My hands were clammy and clasped behind my back so as not to. ”With loud encouragement from the women, a very nervous Wendy walked slowly over to the bed and it took her very little time to take off her shoes, lift her dress off over her head and lastly she removed her panties. She just stood there covering up her breasts and pussy as the women were applauding casting admiring, almost lecherous, glances at her nakedness.“Your fucking perfect Wendy so just open your legs and hold your arms above your head so we can take in all of your natural beauty,”.