Today she wore a loose fitting, almost transparent, white top that looked to be made of lace. The front had a double or triple layer of material down ...he middle to make it opaque. It was tied up over her chest with a white string dangling down to her navel. The top offered a nice view of her cleavage, but she kept the string tied tightly enough that even if she bent over no one would see much more of her breasts. As the taxi raced off, she calmly walked over to the impatient man. He was in his. I could tell that in his struggle between the desire not to appear like the sissy queers he had always hated and the intense lust for my beautiful body, the latter was beginning to win out."Come on Avi," I said, putting on my most pleading,seductive tones, licking my lips and playing with my breast with one hand while I continued to slowly stroke my cock with the other, "I'm sooo hot and horny, I really need a man to get me off. Won't you be the one to do it for me, pleeease? Come on over here,. I followed suit as my wife lay sprawled on the bed, her small skirt now comfortably up to her waist and her tight thin lacy panties showing freely. Both having divested ourselves of our upper vestments, we neared her and I raised her arms and signalled him to take the T off. He obliged and to his joy she was not wearing a bra…so her sexy swollen bubbies greeted him immediately.He sighed in pure lust and promptly started feeling them. “Hang on yaar…”I said, as I bent forward to remove those sexy. And putting his fingers against my hot, seeping hole. I heard him moan again. And he asked me if I liked the way he touched me. I cried out yes. And he put his hands on my hips. And pulled me back even harder on him. Now his hard dick was sliding through my juices. From back to front. His big dick felt so good. Pushed between my tiny, pink, swollen pussy lips. Running all the way up to my button. Making me shake all over. That I started grinding against him. And we kept going faster and faster..