When Grant had his dick fully erect, he sat down on a chair and my wife straddled him; with her right hand she rubbed the head of that hard dick betwe...n her pussy lips a few times before bending her knees and taking him up her. Ana had to take a few strokes before she was completely down to his balls. She rode up and down very slowly and I could see how tightly her pussy lips were holding onto his meat. She leaned forward so Grant could suck her tits and I took this opportunity to get my own. I couldn't help but get hard again, apparently I wasn't alone. As I cleared away the dirty dishes from the table, my wife got down on her knees in front of her lover. He calmly sat there at our kitchen table, sipping coffee, while my lovely wife pulled his nine inches out of his thong. He opened the morning paper and acted so nonchalant as my wife started working on his cock with her pretty mouth. This went on for 15-20 minutes while I busied myself in the kitchen. Suddenly I heard him groan. His wife rubbed her heavy breasts against his bare chest and he panted with need. ‘This is even better than I imagined,’ she said, maybe to him or perhaps just to herself. Then, coming out of her brief reverie, she announced, ‘Time to go to the bedroom and get you prettied up.’ Feeling dizzy with happiness, Chuck followed his gorgeous wife, admiring how her broad bottom rolled in the tight slacks she was wearing. He automatically thought of sex but then just as quickly understood that he wasn’t. Now that I knew where I was, I knew exactly how to get to where my body was. Or, where it had been a few minutes ago. I tried not to think about what I'd do if it wasn't still there. "Mrs. Hanhouser? Mrs. Hanhouser!" Skipping after me, the little cocktail waitress looked absurdly small, almost swallowed by my shadow. "Shall I have your husband sign for the winnings, or leave them with the coin-bank for you?" "I don't care," I snapped. "Just get the fuck away from me!" I was scared, more.