I decided to break down and tell her everything...I told her how I had been behaving strangely and had started therapy. She gave me a hug and told me ...hat it was probably just the pressure of work, and that I would be fine. When I told her that all of underwear and pajamas were terribly uncomfortable, she gave me a smile and told me that she always wanted to see what I might look like in one of her nightgowns. She then went to her lingerie dresser and pulled out a long nylon tricot gown in. " Pete had never slept with Mary but she knew of his needs. He'd often brought women home for the night. "Sounds good to me. I'll just make sure our friend here is secure." Pete walked around the table, checking Ron's cords, ensuring he wasn't going anywhere. Then the two left the room. Willy was still ploughing into Suzy as they entered the upstairs bedroom. Mary motioned silence to Pete but that. The Bikers ordered their drinks and have a lot of fun, Jean-Michel put the music louder and the atmosphere is going hotter and hotter. John sitting on the other side of her and wants to show Jean-Michel that she is a real Biker slut and goes with his hands under her top to grab her big hugh tits which provides extra ambiance and obviously all the eyes of the Bikers aimed at her, including those Bikers who were already in the bar. This is the sign for Jean-Michel that this Biker slut is really. “That’s it” Connie encouraged into my ear, “You lick your wife’s ravaged pussy and if you’re a good boy, I’ll share all the naughty details with you.”I don’t know what happened to me, but knowing that I might learn the details, and hearing Connie call me a “good Boy” just seemed to release something in me. I moaned out and lapped at my wife’s now-dripping cunt like it was the provider of life. The more I lapped at my wife’s oozing pussy, the more Connie praised me. She was now gently circling.