On the night of the party driving home I had hit some pretty bad traffic and text Anna to say id be too late and that I'd wait up for her. She text ba...k saying I love you and not to worry. Once the traffic had cleared I actually made up some good time and could get to the party for about 11pm. I decided to go and surprise her.I got to the party just after 11 and was surprised it was still in good flow. The door was open with a couple of people standing outside smoking and drinking while they. The condensation left wet marks on my flimsy top, making it clingy and a little see-through, so they couldn’t quite see my nipples, but they could clearly see that their mission had been successful. The beers on my breasts were welcomingly cool, and the damp allowed it to linger for a few seconds longer. I don’t know if it was their almost-glimpse of my nipples, but the mood changed a bit after that and became more sexually intense.I ramped up the teasing in retribution. Being later in the day,. Both times you more or less initiated it, and you were, ah, intimate with Keith.”“Yeah, if you mean we were fucking and working towards an orgasm, yeah.” She then giggled softly.“No, not quite true. That time in the hotel you kissed the back of each other’s hands, none of us were fucking. But yes, we were trying to give both of you orgasms. It was very intimate, but that was about it. And we pretty much kept it at that level ever since. But think, what changed this weekend?”“Peggy and. It proved to be a double edged sword. Sylvia was aroused ... oh, I was sure of that all right; remember we'd been married almost ten years. But she was also extremely pissed with me, because I'd spent most of the evening, "With those painted harlots!" Sylvia's words, not mine.Yeah well, I gave back as good as I received. I suggested that Sylvia's annoyance was tantamount to the kettle calling the pot black, an analogy that Sylvia didn't appear to understand. And I reminded Sylvia that all games.