I rubbed the swollen head several times against the glistening pink of my wife’s pussy, making both of them moan, and then guided it into her.Vickie...sat back slowly, and NIck’s cock disappeared inside her. She started riding him, her head thrown back and her eyes closed.Tanya gave me a knowing look, smiled, took my arm and steered me to spot on Nick’s left. I thought she was going to climb up and straddle me, but first she took Nick’s hand from Vickie’s ass and placed it on my cock. He turned. Skipping preliminaries, I waited for him to sit down then slid onto his knee.He was surprised but recovered quickly. He slid his hand around my waist and put his other hand on my bare leg. When I smiled at him and rubbed his neck, he got bolder and slid his hand up my leg, under my shorts and cupped my bare cunt. “Hey, no panties. You’re one hot cunt,” he grinned as he easily slipped two fingers into my pussy.I flinched under his insult but forced a grin to my face. “Thanks,” I said as I sank. ’ ‘See you Saturday night,’ I heard him call out as I ran out into the parking lot. Looking around I didn’t see them anywhere, but just as I was about to unlock my car to head home, I remembered seeing them go into a nearby coffee shop, after there altercation with Mike. I figured I’d take a chance on finding them and headed to the shop. The place was interesting, made up to resemble a 1950s or so diner, complete with jute box panels at each booth, a counter with swivel seats, and a soda. "I took a second to form the right words. "I agree..." I started out, "that 'underwear' means women's bras as well as panties."Janice smiled broadly, triumphant. She hopped out of her chair and pulled me to my feet."Excellent!" she said, gleefully. "Then you'll have no reason to complain if I ask you to wear a matching bra for your panties."Janice showed me a matching, lacy pink bra. The delicate embroidery design on the bra matched the panties.I hung my head, "I guess not." You guess not?" she.