That's when I realised across the dance floor there was a guy, no more than twenty staring at me smiling, I smiled back at him and looked away. As I d...d my eyes looked down to my lap and I soon realised why this guy was staring, my legs were slightly spread and my skirt was raised showing my pussy if you looked careful enough? I felt the same rush from before spread through my whole body, so I decided it was time to have a little more fun. I looked him straight in the eyes and opened my legs. Extending my initial contact with her pussy and thighs, my tongue eventually came into contact with her pink little anus. A sudden gasp from Abi and a twitching of her thighs told me this was not expected, but at the same time she made no effort to withdraw my access to her nether regions. I continued my tonguing of her clit, pussy and her bottom and watched amazed as both her pussy opened and her bottom opened in response to my attention. Her moaning became more frantic as I drove my tongue. He took the same hand hat he was jerking his cock with and rubbed my wife's fanny. I coaxed her up on her hands and knees and he took no more encouraging. He was up on his knees behind her in no time and slammed his organ deep into my wife making her yelp with surprise and he began to fuck her. He slammed her heedlessly with clumsy thrusts. He looked like an adolescent fucking his first prostitute. While this was going on I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw a much younger fellow. He. I said nothing to anyone, just went to the toilet and took my panties off and hid them, I knew one word from me and all hell would have broke out. Now the memory, like all bed memories, either fade, or become rose tinted, but as I lay here remembering the abuse, I suddenly marvel at his audacity, and I look down the length of my nude body, and realize he had me, all of this that I survey, as desirable as I portray, this man had his penis inside me seven years back, and not a murmur from me, I.