I was dragged up off the mattress and positioned on all fours. A trickle of sweat ran down my side, careered off, and dropped onto the crimson duvet c...ver. Her long fingernails scraped down the length of my spine, producing a tremendous erotic quiver. Her hands reached inside my splayed thighs and pushed them further apart. The side of her knees pressed against my calves and her strong palms pushed down on my shoulder-blades, until my face was buried in the pillow.Despite being initially. .. instead he only closed his fingers around the full, ripe mound of her breast and then skillfully manipulated the nakedly sensitive flesh, bringing out the desire effect in her like a musician tuning up his instrument. Her arm shot up to push his hand away, but she caught herself in mid-stride. That certain something strange inside her again had grown suddenly more powerful and commanding, and whatever it was told her forcefully to leave his fingers where they were.Feeling the weird. I was taken back by this behavior and my wife didn’t see it at all, if she had she would have flipped out and said something.Her husband was still outside on his way in so he didn’t see it either. Now, we all go into the den for a drink, I made her a Martini, he had a beer and my wife a Southern Comfort Manhattan, her favorite. We all sat down the three of them on the couch and me in my recliner, directly across from them. She sat on the extreme end of the couch her husband in the middle and my. "He rolled sideways and, instead of letting him ask his questions, she kissed him for a long time. Their tongues dueled gently with each other and she pressed her breasts to his chest. Her hand was still on his penis, which she rubbed against her vulva. Finally she pulled back."Now you can ask me things." What's your middle name?"She blinked. It was obvious she hadn't expected that kind of question."It's Anne, you goob," she said. Her voice sounded careful, like she thought he might be playing.