After a moment's hesitation, Erin waved. She had already altered her path more toward the cabin when the man waved back.Now within reasonable shouting...distance, she said loudly, "Hi. Smells good." In fact, she had picked up on the aroma of steak and wasn't making it up."Hi," came the response. "We have enough to share."Erin was now approaching the porch and the man could clearly make out her long hair, striking facial features and shapely legs in tight jeans."Oh, no. I couldn't. We're gonna…". She wore a flimsy skin tight top that showed her huge tits and hard nipples. Her skirt was so short it barely covered her ass cheeks. She wore no underwear at all. She had shaved her pussy and put a mint into her cunt. She wanted the tongue she would find to taste how fresh she could be. She reached in and pinched her nipples making sure they were hard and poking tight against the flimsy material. She thanked her mom silently for the nice big firm set of tits she had that she loved sucked and. My mate and his wife discussed it at length a few times (in full and the story/fantasy detailed is as close to what I think we were talking about, although how it happens/begins is obviously my take on things). They had enquired as to whether I would be up for joining them in a three some, with some bi contact thrown in. My initial reaction was of course shock and horror. I had always known John (the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent!!) had a slight bi curiosity, not that. “And this year’s Oscar for the best portrayal of a pissed off wife in a dramatic role, goes to ... Karen Hayward!” He joked. “It’s a good thing you don’t have a very good aim. You almost hit me with that ornament.”“You’ve got good reflexes,” she laughed. “I never did like that statue.”“Imagine if she did like eating pussy, then we would have had some quick thinking to do.”“We owe Wendy a great big thank you that will likely take a long time to repay.”“I agree with you. It took me a long time to.