He asked if I wanted to go back to his hotel with him, just for old time’s sake he said. I had completed my days work so I said OK, we called a cab ...nd headed for Islington. At the hotel I phoned my wife to say I had met an old friend and would be home when I got there, she was OK with this and said have a good time. I thought I sure will, but was still nervous about going with a male again after all these years. We went to the bar and ordered a couple of cold beers, and sat quietly talking.. .. they are both kissing his chest, his sides... their legs are wrapped around his strong thighs. On his left thigh he can feel his wife's pussy grinding, getting wetter... on his right thigh, he can feel the boy's hot, hard cock, getting more and more lubricated with precum.His powerful hands are caressing those two beautiful bottoms, one soft and round, the other a different kind of round, muscular... the intensity of their kissing increases as he finds first his wife's wet pussy, then his. ” Betty said with a smile as if remembering private thoughts. “She showed me a lot of really great things.”“I don’t know, Betty,” Wilma said hesitantly, trying hard to hide her curiosity. “I don’t think I could ever do anything like that.”“Well, I’m not trying to push you into anything.” Betty said. “But I’ll tell you what, why don’t you borrow ‘old fang’ here. Maybe you might want to take him for a test drive.”“Oh Betty I couldn’t...”“I insist.” Betty replied as she dropped the saber tooth. The load was huge and smelly... I apologized, but she was apparently pretty ok with it... and started french kissing me again.I went back, of course, that was too good to be true... Second time was starting about the same, rubbing her pussy on my hard cock, I started to rub the head of my cock lower to see her reaction, she was actually getting all wet about it... She told me she really liked last time, and that I was great. It didn't feel like a fake compliment either, but again, I have no.