As we sat in the car and drove home, Liz was spreading her legs wide open and fingering her pussy. She was saying the filthiest things as we drove hom.... In the past I have always edited out the dirtiest things Liz would say. I see no reason to anymore. We have recently reached the point and agreed that our marriage is now open as long as it stays private. Liz and I do not want our family, friends or business colleagues to have any inkling. I don't want to jeopardize my career and Liz comes from. Actually there had been a time when the wives and even the kids came along with us as well, but that had been years before. By that time most of our circle of friends children were teenagers or older, and the wives would rather go off somewhere on their own. You know, shopping and theatre expeditions up to London, etcetera. Our golfing tours were usually to Scotland or Ireland and to pretty bleak and out in the sticks type places at that. The wives couldn't see the fun in getting their heads. I was doing one of the dirty jobs usually held by the less educated. For a time nobody at school knew what I did for a living since most of the students didn’t work. But I found I somehow really fit better into the lower income sect of working class while I raised my grade point average to tip the scale.My brother in law was once, as a younger guy, sponsored to race by the largest of the local motorcycle shops. He lived with a famous racer after he ran away from home, he being considered the. I gave her what was no doubt a shit-eating grin as she stopped by the table. Shelley glanced at her, then back to my cock. Apparently, she didn’t mind a little company while she was enjoying herself. “My my, now that’s what I call customer service,” the woman said. “Or, should that be, servicing the customer?” “Piss off lady,” hissed Shelley. “Can’t you see I’m trying to have some fun here?” “Why yes, I can see that. And I must say it does look like fun. You have good technique sweetheart, but.