During this time my wife, who had at least three buttonsundone at the top and bottom of her dress, wasoccasionally putting one of her feet up onto the...brassrail along the floor in front of the bar, causing herdress to open down its length, showing a lot of her leg.A sight I’m pretty sure was admired by a good few of thelocals.We noticed a group of people leaving the back room,where we had spent yesterday’s enjoyable afternoon, andwent into that room to see if there were any. She wordlessly grabbed her jersey and put it back on. I took it as a sign and stuffed my cock back into my pants. “Well smooth talker you do have a big cock” she grinned as she finished fixing herself.“Didn’t believe me?”“No I did, I just wanted to see it for myself” she smirked.“And suck it?”“Well don’t get too big headed but you do have a nice cock.”“Why thanks” I couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Alright let’s not get cocky!”“Pun intended?” “Oh behave” she giggled a little. “You can take me back. But, this is not in my hand. Harini is not just as Swathi, she is more traditional, conservative. She is even not aware of such swinging/swapping exists in the world. I don’t dare a chance to talk to her on this. I can’t even imagine asking her for swinging/swapping.I thought to put a stop to this assumption until I talk to Swathi and get to know from her. I started counting down for day after tomorrow to meet Swathi to know more about this.Swathi opening up with Vinod about. About every third pass up, Michelle would cover just a bit more leg increasing her range and listening for any objection.Her warm hands flowed over Emily's soft skin kneading the muscles, as she pressed deeper into them. Emily enjoyed the attention and would moan as she drifted off into a state of peaceful bliss. Michelle could tell her efforts were paying off as Emily's moans increased in frequency and volume. She smiled to herself and continued her massage, noting each time she moved higher.