The two couldn’t believe their eyes as two fingers entered her.The one she liked more stood, tapped his friend on the shoulder, and approached her. ...��I’ve noticed you seem anxious to dance,” his eyes stayed wide as she continued fingering her pussy. “Can I steal you from your husband?”“Sure you can,” she smiled. “He doesn’t mind sharing me,” she hinted.Wendy took his hand, and he escorted her to the small dance floor. “I’m Dave,” she almost halted at the mere mention of that name.“Hi Dave, I’m. She enjoyed keeping him immobile. She enjoyed knowing how much he wanted to just turn her over and ravage her.The idea of him ravaging her turned her on even more. She ached for him to fuck her. She got off him, and got on her hands and knees. She barked at him to ‘Get up. You’re going to fuck me. Don’t talk. Just fuck.’‘Yes Mistress’, he replied.Still a little taken aback by her attitude, he complied with her command. He placed his cock at her cunt and started fucking. He couldn’t understand. To be truthful the incident did arouse me, I don't want my wife getting hurt in any way, but I did have a pretty vivid picture of this stranger bending her over grabbing her arse and then sliding his finger up my wife's pussy and he sucked her juice off his finger. A short time later I heard a very wet pussy being rubbed and fingered, it would seem my wife also found the incident a turn on. A few days later my wife came home and told me that the same guy was at the beach again and he sat naked. I blushed and decided only to tell her one of my sexual encounters, the least embarrassing one. “Well,” I said. “With Marisa.” At the time, Mari had moved far enough away that she didn’t have any contact with anyone at my school anymore, so just in case it came out, she was safe.“Marisa!” she said loud and clapped her hands, laughing. “Eww, wow! How?”I shook my head and said: “One question only.”She spun again, and I came up once more. “So, how?” she asked.I sighed. “Well, we used our fingers,”.