"Now come to bed."The following three days went by quickly and Saturday morning Brian awoke to the sounds of Kirsty singing slightly off key from the ...athroom. Laughing at her lack of singing ability, he nudged open the door between the rooms and watched her apply mascara to her beautifully long lashes. Leaning against the door jam, he started to sing along with her.Startled, Kirsty jumped and then laughed, embarrassed. "You shouldn't sneak up on people." And you shouldn't sing when people can. I had gone inside to mix a couple of drinks and when I came back out I saw Tim setting in my seat talking with my wife. She was laying on her back on the lounge chair with her feet on the cement on either side of her chair. I said hey to Tim as I handed my wife her drink. I sat in a regular chair on the other side of my wife from Tim. She turned to face him laying on her side. From behind her I watched as Tim got a perfect view of my wife's thin tight body , her perky tits never need a bra and. "It looks like your horn isn't the only thing that needs blowing," she said softly, her eyes fixed on my crotch.My cock literally jumped, and I felt a drop of precum begin to make a wet spot on my pants. I was too horny to care. I wanted to lick her entire pussy until she begged me to stop, to fuck her in every position, and then invent new ones, to go until we both fell with exhaustion. My success almost assured, I quickly regained my composure."I've got a place not far from here. Would you. His six foot two frame towers above me so that I scoot up onto the counter. Wrapping my legs around him while rubbing the front of his jeans with their tell-tale bulge. Our bodies press tightly together as we kiss harder, Hel sucks my tongue and I catch his bottom lip between my teeth. His hands fondle my chest, tweaking my nipples through the thin lace of my bra before he reaches down to grab my ass. Picking me up, he takes me into the bedroom, lying me down on the bed before I pull him on.