I stood by the ice bucket in preparation for the return of my wife. The door thundered open and I felt the gaze of six pairs of eyes staring me down. ... didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t hide because I was in the middle of the room, there was nowhere to go, nothing to cover myself with. ‘Say something! Anything!’ I thought to myself. “Champagne, Ladies?” I panicked. The women charged in laughing and shouting. They walked straight past me and all sat on the sofas in the living room. I didn’t. I pulled away and he smiled at me and I wondered ‘could I’. I moved towards him and we kissed and he opened his mouth as did I our tongues entwined as we snogged gently, I was feeling a little fruity and couldn’t understand why, although I hadn’t had anything lately.Pulling apart he said “That’s so nice” again I smiled, then as we kissed again his right arm came across my shoulders and his left hand lightly squeezed my breast. I let him carry on more about a minute and then I stood up, he. ’ We walked hand in hand. Kay was sitting on the railing. I asked, ‘Who made the rockers?’ Kay answered, ‘My Dad made them years ago.’ ‘Think he could make us a few more?’ ‘How many would you like?’ She smiled. ‘Think the porch would hold ten?’ Sam asked. ‘Maybe some here and some…’ I pointed at the second house. All three of us smiled. Kay dialed and talked to her Dad. He accepted the commission and they agreed on a price. As they talked I had a thought, ‘Maybe on the top rail he could carve. Ruth’s moans grew louder as Randy’s cock grew bigger. “Fuck me darling” she wailed again “it has been so long”. All too soon he slowed as he buried his knot deep inside her quivering body. She continued to moan quietly as he deposited his seed into this most willing bitch. He seemed almost reluctant to withdraw but his knot, having served its purpose, shrunk and he pulled away.Ruth remained on all fours still moaning, such was the pleasure that she had endured. Some time earlier I had stopped.