Now that she thought about it, she had no memory of Matt ever mentioning Simon before. Perhaps they worked together or something or was he just some r...ndom acquaintance? How did it ever come to this? When did her dignity leave to such a degree that she could turn into such a weakling, submitting to his will like that? She couldn't understand it at all. She was a smart, relatively successful woman, so why would she ever need an asshole like him? What had she become? She could feel herself. I think Helen had gin, quite a big one with a splash of tonic. So, we sat on her sofa, bit like you and I are now,” and she squeezed my hand, “except we weren’t holding hands. Well, to cut the story short, Helen was talking about John and his floozy and she got very upset, started crying and sobbing. So, as you do, I put my arm around her to give her comfort and she put her head on my shoulder.” Veronica paused again and drained her glass. Mine was still half full. “Want a refill?” I asked.. Beer, wine, and cheese were served by a topless Tina and Lolly. When the men seemed comfortable, the patio lights dimmed except for two spotlights. Some music started to play, and Zoey, Monica, Ellie, and Lynn danced out in single file. They were scantily clad, but that still left room for four not-to-subtle stripteases by each woman.The girls stripped right in front of the men, sort of picking out one particular man to make eye contact with and to especially entertain.As the girls danced and. For my wife to cum that fast, she had to have been hotter that hell. Now that my wife was primed to fuck her stud, she sat down on the edge of a patio chair with her legs spread wide open. Now, to make her sexual intentions perfectly clear, she showed Gene exactly where she wanted his big cock as held her pussy lips wide open. And then she simply said, “Fuck me.” Gene didn’t waste a second as he quickly stuffed his big cock deep inside of my wife’s hungry pussy. While Gene fucked the hell out.