My wife was a hot French maid, Anthony still in his toga, and me dressed as a zombie lumber jack with a painted skeleton face. We started discussing a...l the costumes at the party and who was dressed the best. We all had our favorites. My wife mentioned how hot Kim was in her Cleopatra attire. Anthony piped up and said "I could grow wood just looking at her". We all laugh, but I saw my wife glance down at Anthony's crotch. He also noticed her looking. Anthony looked down and noticed a slight. I always find in Jacuzzis that it is not long before my balls are enjoying the gentle watery massage and my cock begins to grow, not into a raging hard-on but quietly into a state just one small moment away from a full erection. With the bubbles, I can lay there and feel my cock floating up happily, with no need to be self-conscious because the turbulence of the water offers a veil, except of course when sometimes the tip of my cock surfaces like a dolphin coming up for air. I was in this. “You guilt tripped me didn’t you?” she asked.“Did it work?” She answered by leaning down and giving me a kiss. Then another, and then another, and then soon were making out in the backseat of her car. The soft touch of her lips against mine were tantalizing, and I thought we could’ve done this for at least another thirty minutes before I finally had enough but she pulled away just as that crossed my mind.“Watch your legs,” she hurriedly stated, reaching backwards to shut the door of her car.. Pulling my arm free of the tight grip your legs had on it, my hand goes to your breast, squeezing through your shirt, feeling the weight of it and tracing over your nipple, which hardens further to this sweet stimulation. The squeezes you give my cock grow more erratic as I slip my hand through the top of your shirt to get at the treasure hidden there, and you press your face against my arm as I grasp your tit in my hand, shaking it slightly the same way you're doing to me. I'm tempted to strip.