” I looked over to Jim. He didn’t seem interested but I did. “My name’s Jen and this is my husband Jim. Honey, I’m going over to play. Do y...u want to come?”“No, I’m still recovering from last night, but you go ahead.” He said with an evil smile.“OK but come over later if you’re up to it.”I got up and walked over with Kevin. He put his hand on the small of my back. His touch sent an electric charge down my spine. Up closer, he was in great shape and must spend a lot of time in the gym. “I. I put in first one, then a second finger, leaving my tongue to roam the outside. With my other hand I ran a fingernail around her other hole, feeling it flex with her increasingly insistent thrusts against the fingers inside her. Saliva and her own juices where running down my chin, lubricating my fingers. I turned them upwards drawing the fingertips around the roof of her pussy, drinking her as my fingers grew stickier. My cock was standing to attention again, eager to re-enter the fray. Her. We always had a deep respect for the boss not only was he a very large biker but a really nice yet very forward guy who often looked in on the wife getting work done and would say things like "thats it you do everything the artist says and well look after you "the wife would tell me that there was something about him that she couldn't put into words but she said it felt like she was his property {like a bikers slut} because he was the boss and he would perve on her whilst getting work done she. Most of the times I dressedup there was an underlying aim of sex and being in daring andsexy situations.Sally Anne and I had planned for a special sexy day on Saturdayand I had been looking forward to it for ages. I had had a busyweek and a late meeting on the Friday so I was not due home until9.30 and I had told her several times that looking forward toSaturday was what kept me going.When I arrived home Sally Anne met me at the front door with adrink and a glum face."Stacey has been let down.