” I pouted cartoonishly. “But I was actually thinking of seeing if you were into the idea of a threesome.”Now that was interesting.“Depends on...who it is. She can’t be hotter than me of course.” “No one’s hotter than you.” I socked him again for being corny. This time he threw my pillow to the other side of the room. “Do you know Angie Rourke?” I did, but not well. She was a skinny Irish chick with coppery hair and freckles. I knew she ran cross country, her but looked good in track shorts, but. My sensual wife then turned her back to me and bent at the waist; begging me to lick her butthole. I licked her little tight hole and even worked my tongue into it. Anita moaned with pleasure…The doorbell rang and she took off to answer it. I stayed out at the back yard; expecting them to come out there. But after twenty minutes I got up to go see where they were.I found my wife being fucked by two black guys in the middle of the dining room. Anita was straddling her bull Nelson, who had his. A good sign, he thought. He had installed the trap as an added precaution, and had only fished a handful of rodents out of the trap in the two years since the store-room had been finished. It seemed that the multiple doors had served to keep the mice out, not that there were a lot around to begin with, what with all the garden fowl prowling aboveground.He flipped the light switch off, shrouding the room in total darkness except for the lone bulb down the hallway. He closed the heavy steel door. Spencer and Annie had gone for a walk, Marshall had brought some paper work with him and he was sitting off on a boulder reading. Samantha, true to her nature had ridden up the hill a little farther so she could use her cell phone better.On the ride back, Spencer told everyone that the lake was a great place to go swimming and if it was as warm tomorrow as it was today, he would take anyone that wanted to go back for a swim.While the girls cleaned up and helped get dinner started the guys took.