I asked if I could join in and all three approved. As we moved to the music we did some dirty dancing moves with all four of us sliding across each ot...er. The song changed and I paired off with one for a slower dance. She said her name was Simone, she had a grey wool hat and sleek body fitting black outfit. She had long legs with super nice set of tits and cute bubble butt. We continued to talk and feel each other as we danced. I asked if she was alone and got a favorable reply. I also asked. And now he was paying!”Washing knickers?“ I enquired of Sue.”Oh, yes!“ she breezily replied, like it was the most natural thing in the world.”But… haven't you got a washing machine?“Not any more. It's all done by hand, at the kitchen sink, in cold water, with just atouch of soap-powder. It's the best way to handle expensive lingerie.”“He… er… helps a lot around the house now, then, does he?” I said, eyebrows raised.This had long been a standing point of contention between them, I knew. But I. "Nope. No idea. I'll go get it. Mind getting us some drinks and the table ready?" Sure thing," Mia replied. Mia hummed a catchy song to herself as she set the table. She filled their glasses and took a cold beer out of the fridge for Noah. Then the pretty young wife put the silverware out, the napkins…turned around. That's when her mouth nearly hit the floor. She didn't want to believe her eyes as fear gripped her heart and thrashed it around like a dying animal."Noah!"There were three muscular. I finally took her up to the balcony and entered the row of seats about halfway up. She followed me into the row, a signal to the guys that we wanted to play, besides her short skirt barely came to the tops of her hose.It took about five minutes for the first guy to sit next to her, and pull out his cock, which my wife quickly took in her hand, and began stroking him. She worked his cock for maybe five minutes before his cock spurted his load in the air then onto my wife’s hand and on his.