They stopped and stared at me in my skimpy outfit. I shivered as I anticipated what would happen next. One came in. “I don’t see a car here. Is th...re anyone with you?” he asked. I quietly whispered, “No.” He walked around me, touching me, stroking me. I shivered with anticipation. “Who hooked you up?” he queried. “My husband did. He left a while ago and I’m not sure when he’s going to be back,” I answered. He eased down his pants and began to stroke himself as he stared at me, telling me what. Nancy takes a smoke break, not because she needs one but because she wants to prolong the fucking by giving him some respite. Nancy takes her drink glass back to the kitchen ; he follows her and nails her from behind bending her over the kitchen table, fucking her to completion and giving her a huge cream pie – Nancy loves heavy cummers.They go into the living room where they are joined by the other two women. They drink , smoke, and talk for two hours before he's recharged for another try. . I gag, my hands gripping his thighs and I pat them to signal him to back off just a little bit. He does, and I think again to myself that something is not quite right, but I can’t put my finger on it. My left hand goes to my nipples, and I start pinching them, pulling them out hard. I let the hand travel down over my tummy, to my jeans, and under them. I am so wet and hot, my fingers slipping in easily. I moan around his hard cock as my fingers circle my clit quickly. He pulls me to my feet. I looked at the phone it was the wife calling. She was out for the evening with a couple of friends, all the same type, happy when being wined dined danced and fucked. but not always in that order. However 2 of the three had settled down a little (my wife included I thought) and lived for the occasional night out talking about the old times, etc. I answered the phone and the wife shouted at me, telling me her card had been refused when the 3 had decided to pay up at the closing of the bar, and.