We sat down and I listened as my with and Danny talked about how he fucks Cindy's ass on a regular basis. My wife was setting with her legs crossed an... I could tell when she tightened her thigh muscles to squeeze her pussy lips together. She had told be that she can actually make herself orgasm from doing this. I came out and asked her if she trying to make herself wet? She acted embarrassed and said maybe I am already wet. I played along and said yeah right. This was the perfect thing for me. Fortunately, it wasn’t, but when I looked up, I was almost sure Casey was looking there as well. Surely, she must have some idea what this is doing to me, I thought. “Would you like me to do the front of your legs too?” I asked. I was getting a big thrill out of this, so I decided to milk it for all it was worth.“If you don’t mind,” Casey said, looking up at me. I started to gently rub cream onto the front of her thighs, acutely conscious of the fact that her pussy was practically right under. From one I could hear and see the light coming from what was apparently a gay movie. The other door was even darker than the movie theater. Almost pitch black. The man took my hand and headed me back into that room. As we walked into it I could feel the presence of other people in the room. Men I guessed. I could hear the sounds of men against the wall pleasuring each other. Having sex. The sound of cocks being sucked. The sound of men with men. The gutterall moaning of men being sexually. We had almost returned to our normal joking when She pointed out the spaghetti scene in “The Lady and the Tramp.” I laughed and said, “Hey, we have pasta too,” in a Smirking way to say what I was really feeling. I started to suck down a long noodle and was pointing to the other end with a semi-smile, the best I could manage with a noodle in my mouth. She surprised me by getting this sharp look in her eye, the kind of look that conveys a tiger like feeling, followed grabbing the other end of.