” She sighed as his hands travelled up her body. “Ask me to taste you.” “Taste me.” And moaned as his mouth slid over her breasts. When t...ey reached the bedroom door, his teeth scraped along her throat, her jaw and left her mouth aching for attention. “Kiss me,” she begged. “I will.” But he only teased the corners of her mouth with the tip of his tongue. “I want the light to see you.” “No, I have candles, they\re everywhere.” She broke open a matchbook but was shaking so much she wasn’t. We took to meeting up with him each week. We continued to meet at night and fuck in the car for the next five weeks. We'd started to do my wife from both ends, me in her mouth and him in her cunt from behind. I'm a lot smaller than Martin so this worked out pretty well.We were on our way to meet him one Friday night when he phoned and told me he was with a mate who had a Caravan and they were parked outside a well known lorry park and would I bring my wife. I told him I wouldn't tell her about. As they spread my legs to fasten them to the legs of the horse they stopped, admiring my now well exposed pussy and bottom and taking note of little droplets of fluid glistening on my pussy lips. They took their time fastening the straps around my thighs and ankles, running their hands up and down my legs, adjusting and then readjusting the straps, feeling my soft milky flesh the whole time. Next was the broad strap that would lie across the small of my back and as they cinched it down it. His wife was as dumb as a box of rocks. The trouble is, so was his daughter.The sex was still good with his beautiful wife. One of the main ingredients of a good sex life was imagination and willingness to try new things. He still wasn't completely sure about her imagination even after 15 years, but her willingness wasn't in question. He could talk her into anything. She accepted his explanations and rationalizations without question. He had convinced her that a threesome was OK while on.