Even before we began our lifestyle I always knew she had the body it took to be a slut wife. A desirable figure is always first on the list. Not that ...he was an extrovert or exhibitionist, more quietly confident as they say. I know I should be grateful that she is now so willing to please me. Sometimes a husband just knows.As is often the case, it began low-key. Whenever we went out together I would encourage her to dress provocatively. I loved seeing Sandra in a short skirt and high heels or. "No, please Sarah, keep going, it feels perfect." Holly said, laying back and spreading her legs wide. I moved my hand up her leg, me being lower since she moved, I slid it up her thigh, getting inches from her soft lips, which I could smell. I moaned softly and lowered my head, taking in her sight and smell, lavishing in it."Please Sarah... make love to me." Holly begged."Alright." I said in a quiet loving tone, I leaned my head close and licked up her slit, her sweet taste making me want. Even as she was being assaulted in this intimate and unwanted manner, the kneeling teenager was watching with horrified eyes as her buxom friend rode the prone cleric. After her initial cautioning plaint that, "Eeeaassyyy ... aaaahhhh sirrr ... Eeeaasssyyy ... I'm kinda sore..." the mature bodied adolescent had begun to raise and lower her wide hips and now was pumping up and down with unbridled lust."Have you seen her get fucked before, June? Does she watch you, too, when you get fucked? Does. We ate in companionable silence watching a pair of great white egrets stalking their breakfasts in the shallow water at the edge of the canal that forms the southern boundary of our yard. Other birds swooped up and down the canal like it is an avian freeway. Finished with our breakfast, I got up and poured another cup of coffee but as I set it on the table beside you, you pulled me onto your lap. Under my bottom I could feel the firmness of your rising cock through my thin skirt and I think.