Stephanie takes off her shoes, jeans and sweater. She is standing before you in her white cotton bra and panties. You stare at her. The bra can barely...contain her breasts. They must be at least an F cup size. You walk over to her and remove her bra, her now free globes springing loose and slapping you in the face. You cup her huge tits in your manly hands and start tugging at her nipples. Her nipples tell you she is getting excited. Her nips extend to the length of a pencil. You take her. The cycle ride from the station had left me sweaty irritated and tired. The other women went in the car with the tents. I had to be reading Simonne de blasted Beauvoir and volunteered to be the one who cycled with the men. What had been exhausting work on the paved road became worse when we dived off into the forest. As I peddle the boneshaker along the track I remind myself that Sartre got the better of their open marriage as he bedded an unending succession of young females while she waited. I was bouncing on it for a while. Then he kinda pulled my bikini bottom to the side and his cock just sort of slipped up my cunt. I think it just was an accident. Then we hit a big bump and it slipped back out, so I fixed my bottom and that was it." Her face became pouty and pleading at the same time. "It's not a big deal, right, honey? It was an accident, and he didn't even cum." I was speechless. My wife had essentially admitted that she had just fucked a guy. But what was I supposed to do? I. ”“I think that she’ll like that, but do me a favor, if she sees something that she says she likes, let me know what it is so I can get it for her for Christmas. Us guys need help buying for girls, so I’m counting on you being my secret shopping elf. Okay?”Katie giggled with excitement over the prospect of helping JR. He had always included her in little secret plots and she had always been his most loyal and trustworthy co-conspirator. Neither of them had ever betrayed the other’s confidence.