.." She turned her head to watch the cyclist as they passed by. "He'd go out every Saturday with a group of people and they'd ride a hundred miles or ...o." Jesus, he must be in great shape." Yeah," she said dryly. "Bicycles bore the hell out of me, to tell you the truth. Always breaking down, and when they're not broken, you've got to fiddle with them to keep them tuned just right. The tires go flat all the time." I know, I had one a long time ago. I sold it after maybe a month or two of having. I think I’d like to masturbate for my wife, letting her secretly watch me, and maybe for her to get off as well. She said that she was open to at least discussion about another women coming into our sex-life, and if I can get someone for us, she wants to know all about it. If I can get someone for myself, she wants to know all about that as well. Yeah, right, tell my wife about sex with another woman? No sense speculating because it can never happen. So, here I was at this soirée in the middle. ”Nigel now had his hand in my panties and was sliding two fingers up and down my wet slit playing around my clit area and opening up my labia.Then one of the other guys at his table looked at me saying,” Are you enjoying that darling?”I teasingly replied,” I always enjoy a hand in my knickers, darling, especially if they’re running around my clit expertly, as Nigel here is doing.”Nigel had stopped fiddling with my clit and then slid two fingers straight up my wet quim. I let out a sigh as he. This time I could feel it was going to be intense, I was losing control of my body as Abi sucked harder and she could tell I was climaxing again, her fingers got faster and her grip on my clit got harder, her other hand squeezing my nipples as hard as she could. My orgasm started in my tits and ran like a ragging fire down my body and exploding in my pussy, for the second time I gushed into my sisters cupped mouth, I was screaming uncontrollably as my orgasm washed like waves through my burning.