Walking down the street was like walking through a museum. The only thing that proved that it belonged to the 21st century was the computer repair sho.... In that window, there was an old Radio Shack TRS-80 computer, what the nerds used to call a ‘Trash-80.’ There was also an Atari computer and one of the early ‘luggable’ portable computers, with the little 8 inch green-screen CRT lit up, and the blinking cursor after the ‘A>,:’ Well, maybe not the 21st century, but at least the late 20th. It. We lay locked together in an explosive mutual orgasm. Afterward, in the soft backwash of our spent passion, we lay together on the bed, still locked in one another’s arms, our legs entwined as our breath returned to normal. Not a word had been spoken none needed to be. We both had a mission and we achieved it. What a day it was non stop fornication for 12 hrs since 11 in the morning. We both were tired, our copulating organs locked together, inhaling the wonderful fornication aroma that spread. She asked me to wait outside for her as she stepped into the restroom.A couple of mins later, she came out pushed me against the inner wall and started kissing me wildly, and handed something in my hand. She broke the kiss as a hostess was walking towards us and smiled at me and walked back to the seat.I look down at my hands to see that the naughty Raiza handed me her wet panties! I struggled to put it in my pocket in the rush of the hostess coming towards me.I walked back to my seat and saw. Joe just went to her backside and began to move in time with the music and the movements of her curvy ass, pressing his obviously hard cock into her from behind.I was turned on by the sight of my wife dancing between two men, and my hard-on threatened to burst out of my pants. When Joe began to work the skirt of my wife's dress up her legs and over her hips, she didn't object, and before long she was gyrating between the two men with her gown around her shoulders, her breasts and bottom.