He made some comment in text back to me saying "I'm sure your wife doesn't want to keep having us over all the time." And to that I replied, "it was h...r idea". I guess that set his mind at ease, and they agreed to come over. The first couple hours went off without a hitch. It seemed to me like he was really nursing his beers. Probably not wanting to have to use our bathroom, and succumb to the desire to jerk with any panties that may be lying around. My wife had already put her plan in action.. I made my mind up – when she came back we negotiated for some time in a room, and I went to the bar to pay. She gave me a towel and told me which room to goto. She would be there in a few moments. When she came in she locked the door, put on the AC, some music and dimmed the lights. Perfect. Then the ‘dance’ started! She kissed and then I saw she had a tounge stud….and her mouth smelled a little of cachaça. She let me have my hands all over her while we kissed, exploring those perect titties,. Matt paused on a page, his strokes becoming firm and fast as he pleasured himself. Kathy’s thoughts swirled: She marvelled at Matt’s size to wondering if her own son masturbated the same way. She recalled finding the telltale signs in her son’s wastebasket; crumpled tissues and paper towels wadded, thick and stiff from some ‘unknown’ substance.Her body quaked, shocking Kathy to recognize her own growing arousal at watching Matt. Her nipples strained against the inside of her bra’s cups, her. Now, while she had been a pro a few times in her life, I had been in the audience for way longer and had some suggestions for what to wear that evening. Dress like a girl who’s going out on the town for the evening, NOT like a slut that is gonna work the street corner after the bar closes. She took my advice and dressed like we were going out to a regular bar, jeans (that fit her well), button shirt, cowboy boots and of course, thong and matching bra.When we got to the bar, people noticed her.