As I drank and danced freely my husband had disappeared for what seemed to be 15 minutes or better. When he came back I asked him where he had run off...to and he said he had just been checking the place out. Another half hour or so passed. We had another drink and another dance when my husband took my hand and said come with me. He took me down some dark stairs and into a small room with two doors. He took his tie off and put it on me as a blindfold. I asked him what he was up to and he said he. The one between her legs came but he came inside her and he came a lot because when her pulled out cum ran out and down her thighs.The one who had not fucked her now took his turn but he lay down and got her to ride him from above she drove her body hard onto his cock calling out with every thrust. The words were all mashed together "Yes, yes , oh God, fuck, yes, yes, Oh Jesus, ahhhhh, ohhhh, yes" but she certainly never said no! I don't know how many times she came but it sounded almost non. I was going to come.I thought about the surprise I felt when I saw him slow down, the shiver of excitement all through me when I realized it was me he was after, the electrifying kisses and his hands on my body, the feel of him in my arms with my dick grinding against his butt......and the sensation of his hand jerking my cock off and his other arm wrapped around me.He was holding me tight.I had a feeling he would hold me until he gave me as much pleasure as I gave him.Even if it took all. We held a knowing look – he knew I was staring and I wasn’t going to deny it. I knew right then that he was going to either be easy or very difficult to conquer. I was definitely hoping for easy, but wasn’t too sure at that point. And that uncertainty only made me want him more. You think I would’ve learned my lesson and been a little more careful about checking him out. Either I didn’t care…or I didn’t care. I’m leaning towards that I didn’t care. Every time he would turn around, he’d look.