As the music started she began her routine. She really was quite good! She had a very nimble body and was very seductive. My hubby was apparently a...little nervous, I was watching his face intently and I could tell he was focusing on her hands and feet. "Why aren't you watching her belly?" I asked. "After all, it is called 'belly dancing'!" I giggled a little as his face flushed. Kami started shimmying her hips and I reached over to gently push his gaze up. "Eyes on her belly," I said. . Again, we got quite worked up watching all of the fucking and sucking going on.The video finished, and Rob casually mentioned that there were lots of photos too. He manipulated the mouse and in a moment had lists of photos displayed in thumbnail form.He scrolled down, looking at the various headings. "We'll have a look at this one", he said, clicking on the heading, "Me and my Slut Wife," and then clicking on each thumbnail in turn, to bring up the photos full size.The photos were obviously. And her shirt. And her bra.It turned out she wanted to know what it was like to have her breasts played with.And she didn’t want the crash course, either.She didn’t squeal. She moaned a lot, and sighed like crazy, but there were no squeals.Once I caved about doing it at the house, and realized we only had fifteen minutes left, I went to work on her breasts. I say “went to work” because that’s how I was trying to think about it. As I touched her, I told her what I was doing, talking about nerve. Biting her nipple.hard.suckling her nipple hard.she orgasmed. Opening... her legs. To my mouth. As I kissed her in circles up her vagina.twirling my toungue higher an higher up her vagina. In circles...kissing and tugging her vagina passionately.kissing her with cool breaths on her vagina and breast. I pulled back, as she rubbed me between my legs. Biting by bottom. Would this be? ‘Fuck me hard.’ I obeyed. As her boiling orgasm hot between my legs in waves exploded.tugging between my legs..