Rhonda takes them by their cocks leading them to the bedroom. She lays down on her back while telling George she wants him to sit on her face and asks...John to lick her pussy. George climbs over her face so she could suck him but as his ass was over her face she pulled him, down her tongue running up the slit til she finds his puckered hole. Her wet tongue licked up and down pushing harder against the hole until she felt it relax. She pushed hard curling her tongue feeling it slip in as George. I knew he was pumping his cream in. Her pussy welcomed every drop.Sue continued to ride him until his cock softened and slipped out of her hole.Once his dick was out of her Sue got up and said that she had to go get a towel because she did not want to leak on the couch.When she left the room Frank looked at me and said, “You are not mad are you.”“Course not.” I replied.“I don't understand how a man can watch his wife get fucked and let someone cum in her without getting angry.”I explained out. You pay first.” I smile.He nods and digs through his pockets for a moment before handing me a crumpled bill. I slowly unfold it to see that it’s a hundred dollar bill. I raise an eyebrow, and he quickly pulls out his wallet and finds some smaller bills, handing them over.I count it quickly. A hundred and sixty bucks. Way too much. So I nod and shove it into my back pocket. “All right,” I say. “Now you can play.”He doesn’t say anything else and just returns his hand to feeling me up. I’m not. I wore her clothes, and she wore mine, sometimes. All the clothes I had there that night were a couple of bras, and a couple of pairs of panties. My clothes were sweaty, so I needed to change. I remember that it was a pale, yellow, baby doll nightie. It was totally shear. That was all "Aunt" Mildred ever wore to bed. I teased her about it, and all she ever said was that I would understand when I got older. Mom had already told me about the "Birds and the Bees," so I knew what she was talking.