I was losing my good mood during that wait."What the hell are you doing?" I finally asked."Just telling some friends from the forum that we made it." ...re they going to meet us for lunch or something?" I asked."I think they might come to the park to greet us." That's cool," I said.After we finally got seated, the service proved to be just as slow. It took us 90 minutes total to get out of the restaurant. I'm sorry the strawberry pancake syrup was not worth the time and money spent in that. He was fascinated by her choice of underwear – the white with tiny pink hearts. Usually she only wears those when she goes out with friends on a weekend... Now he was sat in his study at computer. He was positioned next to the window, waiting for the evening show. He looked out across the street and directly into Claire’s room. She was late home again... Why hadn’t Pete picked her up in the car? Something was up. Had she found a boyfriend? Dave prayed to God that she hadn’t. His attention went. “They really want to fuck you.” I felt my cock precum as he said it. “Gonna invite a few around now. Don’t think I’m the only one who should enjoy a slutty pussy tonight.” My immediate reaction was to protest. But inside…I was desperate for this. I had fantasised about being used like this for ages. It was finally happening. Jack took his cock out of my mouth. Then got off the bed. “You look like such a slut with that butt plug inside you.” He then went into his drawer and pulled out some. .. uh..." She was fidgeting around like something was making heruncomfortable. "... yeah, when the blouse touched this necklace itshocked me a little bit then there was a tickly sensation all over.Damn, my boobies are really rockin'." Had my wife also become the ditsybimbo she now appeared to be?"Honey, try to concentrate." I am, dearie... and I'm suddenly really horny." She batted her brand newbeautiful blue eyes at me. "Wanna do somethin' about it?"Now this is where things get really.