I opted for discretion and stayed put. Suddenly, Shannon bucked wildly and let out a long wail before gasping for breath. My wife, having accomplished...her aim, set about enjoying her reward, clamping her mouth on the gushing pussy.Shit.I must have done something to attract their attention. In a single action, as if rehearsed, they turned and stared in my direction. I felt trapped — like a peeping Tom caught in the act — but I hoped that I hadn't ruined their afternoon fun.My wife, her face. The cool zephyr breathed against her internal heat. Tamara shuffled down a little, feeling the solid rock pressing into her labia. It was angled in such a way that she could slide onto the stone shaft a short way, at which point her clit would bump up against the rocky base. Her thighs began to work almost involuntarily and a low moan escaped her. A giggle came from the bushes, which pulled her back into the real world. “Quit being’ ugly,” Tamara hissed, stripping off her blouse and skirt to be. It was very interesting because every time we had sex she wanted me to share that story. One night she asked me and I told her that I know he would fuck her. She said Yeah, right I don’t think so. I told her I know he would and I know how we could make it happen. I explained if she would wear her short whit skirt and no panties. I also wanted her to leave a bunch of things all over the front room floor in front of the tv. Now so you understand my dad lived about 40 minutes from us. He would. “Yes. But why sir?”The next moment, I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me. “Pallavi, just imagine your husband is in this room and he is seeing us.” Saying so, I put my hand behind her and pressed her big buttocks. Then I pressed my lips on hers, stealing sweetness from her mouth. I kissed her for a good one minute.When I left, she was still in a shock, unable to react. I whispered, “Your buttocks are so hard. I can see your husband has not used them properly. That’s why he asked me to.