It was one that at the same time made them look light on their feet.Next to her sat a red haired beauty. She seemed to have a quick smile, deep dimple..., and flashing steely ice blue that no one could miss. She often could be heard telling a joke or two that made the others smile.Often young men took this as a sign that she was the most approachable, and tried to either get her alone or pump her for information on the others, but she was always tactful enough to turn them down without anyone's. Your husband is confused and needs help to sort out his rightful relationship with you. He will not let go of his fantasy until you agree to have sex with someone else. Whether or not you go through with it is a separate issue.“Most men don’t want their wives fucking other men or even other women. They want their wives to play within their male fantasies without actually engaging in them. I say “most men” because there is a percentage who does want this fantasy for real. We can test Tim to. On they came, and when I was standing in the middle of the atrium, my midnight party had grown to hundreds of dancing, chanting, haunted spirits of the night. And still I played. I played, but I strained to understand their three words, keening upwards with my music to the top of the third floor. And then I saw her. She was standing on the third floor mezzanine, leaning over the railing and chanting along with her spectral companions. Even in her present ghastly condition I would have. Her butt jiggled at the apex of each thrust, and Jeff was thrusting hard. The wet, slapping sounds of their coupling, as well as Jenny and Hannahs tongues kept the waves of my orgasm from diminishing even a little. I came the entire time I watched them fuck. Mum and I would lock eyes occasionally, and we both seemed to feed off each others pleasure. Im pretty sure she was cumming the whole time too. I could see Jeffs cock making a bulge in mums tummy, it was so huge and so deep, stretching her.