Especially, if I get to record it. A dirty movie staring my wife. Since she turned thirty-eight two months ago and she wears a 38-C bra, suppose you g...t thirty-seven of your friends to help you fuck her. They don’t have to be as old as you are either. If you can fuck a thirteen-year-old then so can your mother.”Teddy said, “I’ll make the calls. When should we start?”I said, “In an hour. She needs to get cleaned up and I need to fuck her too.”My wife followed me to our bedroom where we sent the. I was off and worked hard, so I didn’t feel bad about it. But I had my own plans.I slipped in to some negligee night wear I bought for my partner which had no effect on him. It wasn’t overtly sexy, but sexy enough. It was a****l print, as I wanted an a****l to fuck me. I hadn’t been fucked like an a****l in years. It hung soft against my curves. Had see through messing at the sides so you could see my flesh , especially my hips. It had no support for my boobs, they just swung free. They didn’t. There were 8 flats off the landing and no CCTV as far as I could see. I rang her doorbell. I was wearing a suit so if anyone did come to the door I'd think of something plausible. Nobody answered. I had a sudden urge to wank over the door - leave a streak of cum down it so she'd know I'd been there. But that would mean every man she'd seen that day would become a suspect and she'd be looking for those faces again.I beat a retreat down the stairs and went home and had a glorious wank.Two days. We had a bottle of red wine – chilled, as you often find in hot countries – and some snacks. I sat in the middle of the upholstered bench with them on either side, and I thought Lori was a shade closer than she needed to be. That was fine with me, though. She smelled good and if you believe in “vibes”, the ones I was receiving from her were more than friendly. When the wine finished we all fancied a brandy, but the bar didn’t have anything decent. “We’ve got some,” Lori said, looking at.