Then he slowed down and finally stopped. I could see my wife thank this man and he kind of laughed and said something back to her that I was sure was...like “you’re welcome”. Then she turned to the next man.The next man had watched most of my wife’s sex show. As the first man was grinding my wife’s pussy up and down on his hard cock she noticed the second man standing next to them staring at her tits and enjoying the show. As her body was being used by the first man, moving her up and down on. Slowly the drink was playing its part and our hands were playing with each other and came closer to each other that’s when we started kissing. We did that for 7-8 times in the pub and the urge of making out increased between us, as there was no chance of going anywhere we made a plan of going to resort the next day.Next day, took off from office and went to resort which is in outskirts of the city. We took a studio cottage and got relaxed after going to the room. Again we ordered whiskey and. I reach for the undies and step into them and slowly slide them up my legs.As I glance to my left, I catch my image reflected in my television and can't help but notice how amazing my ass looks in the ruffles.I put on the corset and go to my closet to pull out my shiny heels, or what I nicknamed, my "fuck me now" heels.After getting all dolled up and fixing my hair, I again go to my closet and pull out my black knee length trench coat, grab my overnight bag and out the door I go.I walk down the. We could go to my place, clarify your position on where fraternization begins.” I’d intended to sound more playful than I did, that I meant it was readily heard in my voice. “I actually know right where you live,” she said, which I noted was not an answer. I glanced at her questioningly. “I’m a block up and two over from you,” she explained. “I run past the top of your street every evening. Your pickup is distinctive.” “It is at that. And it’s a short street.” Another long silence. I’d gone too.