I mean, I had danced with my wife, but there always had been a little bit of awkwardness between us. I knew I was a better dancer than she was, so I a...ways held myself back, letting her set the tone and pace. And that pace had always been a formal one, one that allowed her to control the motions.This woman was right behind me, and I could feel her breasts crushing into my back just below my shoulder blades. I couldn't see her very well in the press of bodies, but I could feel her hands on my. He isn’t bringing in money, though, of course, and that’s eating him up. He keeps talking about how wrong it is for him to live off me, and how he wants to help, and he hates it when I keep telling him he has to study and learn instead.After dinner he was at it again, the same thing, and I let it get to me. The idea of his being nothing but a manual laborer, which is all he could possibly handle now, just sickens me. The most brilliant man I’ve ever met consigned to schlepping garbage or. Smiling he kept hold of her hand, kissing the back of her knuckles with his full, soft, lips, brushing his thumb over where he had just kissed. Looking deep into her eyes, he asked, ‘have you done as I asked.’‘If you mean, wear something you can see through, yes I have.’Pulling her wrap to the side he looked, lightly brushing his fingers over her nipples, then sucking hard on them through her top. ‘Oh yes, very nice.’ Closing the partition between them, ‘and the panties,’ he softly said. I looked over to Rachel in the front seat, where she was openly fingering her bare pussy at each red light, and asked, “How long until you have us home Rachel? I have a slut waiting for me to fuck.” Rachel finished licking her fingers of her juices before answering, “Don’t worry honey, I’ll have the two of you home soon enough.” Ten minutes later we were pulling into the driveway, my wife all but raping me at this point, and the three of us quickly made our way into the house. Now that we were.