I took a long stare at the big bulge in his jeans. I looked up and we made eye contact. I was sure he noticed me checking him out, lol. After I was do...e pissing and just standing in front of the urinal, he came in and stood at the urinal beside me. His cock soft was uncut and about average length and girth. He was a little unkemp, unkempt mustache, maybe 10 years younger than me. I reached over to grope his cock and he put it into my fist. I got to stroke him for awhile and he was getting hard. A door could be seen on either side of the balcony next to the top of the stairs. An elaborate ring of lanterns hung by a chain over the whole reception room, basking the area in light. Just then, one of the upstairs doors could be seen opening up and someone emerged from behind it. ‘Hello dear, you’re home finally.’ A tall, older woman whom I guessed was in her early forties said as she walked down the stairs towards us. She was quite pretty and had maintained her girlish figure though her. I went into the kitchen and he followed me with his cock dangling between his legs. I got out a bottle of syrup and went back to the bedroom. I poured some on my cock and once again offered it to the boxer. This time he was more interested and his rough tongue ran over my cock and balls and I was in heaven. This was something I had not been able to get Mary to do yet and I was loving every minute of it. It must be instinct because the hornier I got the hornier the dog got and again he. I'd no sooner asked him where he'd abandoned my wife than she put an arm around each of us and insinuated her way in between us. She was wearing a very short little white cotton dress that buttoned down the front. The top two buttons were undone, showing plenty of cleavage and her thimble-sized nipples pushing out against the light material were screaming "no bra". I took a step back and looked her up and down. She was wearing high heals without nylons or panty hose. Hell the dress was too.