I bucked like a bronco, wiggling my hips and shaking my butt. All the while my wife somehow managed to reach around and stroke my shaft. For a moment ...he thrusts stopped, and her dildo seemed to throb, but then she was stroking me again, harder, and I came hard, moaning like a true bitch in heat. I collapsed onto the sheets I’d soaked and fell asleep immediately. An hour later I awoke. She had cleaned the room up, put away ‘my’ clothes and toys, and suggested I shower. After dinner she asked if. Arching my back gently, I picked up the pitcher and poured the cool liquid over my breast catching it in my hand, then raising the handful to my lips, I drank it slowly, licking away the droplets with my tongue. I raised the pitcher once more and shivered with a soft moan as the cold green river poured down winding it’s way from the hallow of my neck, down to lick it’s way through the valley between my breasts and flow along my milky white belly to the shaven cleft between my thighs, tickling. I started moving my hands on her side of stomach. She had her eyes closed. I went up to her boobs and gently pulled her bra down which was already open from behind. It came down easily. But she held her hand to her bra…not letting it go. I said, “Please don’t be shy. Body massage is really very relaxing”. I applied some force and took of her bra. She covered hr boobs with both her hand and started saying that it is bad thing….”I am your Chachi…what if u r Chacha comes to know”. I said “he won’t. Her husband is a good looking guy named Jack. my husband Ron and I took them to the country club to golf. It was the middle of the week and we thought the course would be deserted. We started drinking heavy and we were really getting a good buzz on. Jack and Ron talked into taking our shorts off, we had golf skirts on and were flashing beaver shots to everyone. Four old men caught up with us and were making small talk as Jane and I putting. I was lining up my shot and showing my snatch to.