Earl and I played golf together on weekends, he helped me work on the '65 Mustang I was restoring, and I helped him finish his basement. As I mentione... earlier, Earl was a traveling salesman and he spent the better part of the week on the road. While he was gone, Marge and I would have dinner together, maybe catch a movie, but mostly we played cribbage. We played a lot of cribbage. Marge usually won three out of every four games we played and she was not the least bit hesitant about rubbing it. She would hold each orb on one hand and run soap under it, then over it, and then would knead each breast for a few seconds in every direction. She ran the bar over her pubic hair and worked up a thick lather. She then squatted with her legs open. I was amazed that she was able to squat so low, her buttocks almost touching the ground. She worked the lather down on her vulva, of which I could every now and then I could see a glimpse of. She had long, dark labia. She ran one hand deep between her. He said he had something very special in store for me and I could only imagine what it was. That day was filled with shopping and having a fantastic lunch at a bistro. My husband was in a very childish cheery mood all day. I knew he was up to something.Later that afternoon we had made our way back to the hotel. Sean told me I might want to take a nice bath because my surprise would be here soon. I had to ask, “What have you done?” He made his confession and told me he found a very attractive. He had his hands on her hips then guided his impressive seven-inch cock back into her and proceeded to fuck her doggy style. The sight had me then stroking my own seven-inch cock! It was a fabulous moment in my life. Anne was not a passive lover. She met Ian’s thrusts to perfection, coaxing him on with words that would embarrass a trooper. He tried to get her to quieten down, but she was having none of it. She told him to, 'ram her cunt... fuck her slut fuck hole....' You get my drift, she was.