Even though I finger fucked myself the night before, all I could think about was relieving the tension. Sliding my jeans on in the morning had almost...made me cum right there. The way the seam rode against my wet pussy? Delectable torture.It had been a long day at work and after a tormenting commute home (the only thing I wanted to do when stuck in traffic was to unzip my pants and finger my clit until I was screaming), I finally made it in the front door. I began undressing as I made my way. ”Yeah, I thought, this is about Ethan and Karen. It was suddenly almost impossible to think about that, staring up at my wife’s beautiful face and bobbing boobs. In brief flashes, my mind’s eye replaced that vision with Karen, red mane flowing down to weightier breasts that swayed and rippled as they bounced.“Even if he doesn’t move, she can go faster,” she said, bouncing on my pole. She didn’t need to demonstrate, but I wasn’t going to tell her not to. “Or slower and deeper,” she changed her. The soft light blue material clung to her curves like a second skin. The deep V easily proved she was braless, her nipples pushing out on her full tits. The hem ended well above the knees, mid-thigh and held closed by a bow tied to the left side of her hip. The material barely overlapped to close just to the side of her left leg.“We match perfectly in light blue,” she smiled. “I know we’re going to have a great time together.”Lisa took him by the hand and gave him a quick tour of their home,. Shelly came over and chatted with Patti. I was introduced as a friend from Florida. They discussed the tragic death of Patti’s parents, and her decision to liquidate the property, now moving back to Denver to be closer to her daughters. Shelly wished Patti well, and we ate breakfast.“What do we want to do now?” I asked.“Do you have anything to do today? If not, we can wander downtown for a while.”“Lead the way. I have nothing on my calendar until tomorrow evening at the Country Club.”“What is.