. demure, and lady-like. You are the perfect one," she told me. "Now you will be our toy. Our living, breathing toy, or girlfriend with a, shall we sa..., strap-on?" she said as the others snickered. I stood against the board, and the blonde tossed her finger in the air, and in a few seconds I was laying on my back parallel to the ground and being wheeled out of the room. I could hear all of their heels clanking on the floor once we entered the lift, and several hands began loosening the tight. Lots of couples, some singles. We both spotted a black guy sitting by himself. My wife turned to me and said “well hello!” with obvious intent towards the black guy. He got up and went to one of the two hot tubs. We decided to follow him and got in. We introduced ourselves and he stated his name was Jeff. We made some small talk and he was eyeing my wife’s tits as we did so. I told him he was welcome to touch her and without hesitation he started groping her tits. The started kissing a. You both start getting closer and dancing raunchier. The dance floor is pretty busy and people are drunk so it goes unnoticed. I'm sat watching from a stool and table next to the dance floor. Your not really looking at him much your just lost in the music as his hands start to slide down to your arse. Your a little bit tipsy but the feeling of this guys hands on your arse gets your heart racing and it feels a bit serious. You look over where I'm sat and you know I'm looking but you can't. " Thank you Mrs. Sullivan."Please, call me Cathy, we're all adults now."Okay. Cathy it is. You look lovely." Now it's my turn to thank you. I must admit it is nice for such an old woman like me to receive a complement from a young man."Her rather full breast pressed into my shoulder instantly reviving my adolescent lust for her body. I grinned at her as I recalled the many times I'd jerked off thinking about her."Oh, come on Mrs. Sullivan, err, Cathy, you're one of the best looking women here.".