God, how she loved it and I loved it too. Once she got into the throes of passion I would lift up her dress and start fucking her. I didn't care who s...w us anymore. I know guys walked by and would stand there and watch us. My wife's legs were spread wide open while I pumped my cum into her. After taking her home we would do it again, but the next morning she would never even talk aboutTo this day I don't know if she had known that I let guys look at her pussy or not. She never mentioned it and. ", she paused looked at me in the eye and continued, " ...but I really like you, you are so nice and attentive and your smile is so disarming... I wasn't sure if it was ok to approach you, but now that we have I have to tell you that..."The phone rang, I ran to answer it. Couldn't wait to keep chatting with Natalie. It was Dad; he was going straight home after visiting his last client. I turned around to tell Natalie but did not see her. Probably outside having a smoke, I thought. Had to go. But then I realized that my cock was getting hard, and I found it strangely arousing watching her being fucked. That didn’t make it right or forgivable in my eyes, but I couldn’t help being turned on by the sight, sound, and smells of their raw lust.I continued watching until both guys began moaning and ejaculating into my wife’s mouth and pussy and saw I Kevin’s balls pulling up and his perineum throbbing as he filled my wife’s adulterous womb with his semen and sperm, at the same time she was. Helen and Susan chatted for what seemed an eternity, but in reality was only about twenty minutes. The club was beginning to come alive and Susan could see several couples starting to get frisky with others. The occasional single male was also having some fun with two ladies in the corner of the bar. Susan was on tenterhooks, she was positively frothing at the mouth for sexual release of one sort or another. She was just about to get up when a guy approached them both wearing little but some.