On mid-Sunday morning one of my girlfriends phoned to ask if two extra women could come along to watch.“Why not, as long as you bring along some goo... Champagne. And dress to impress, smart cocktail.”Shortly after three our audience of four women were settled in and enjoying their champagne and we could feel a sense of anticipation of their expectations from our performance as we peered around the corner.They were all in their thirties, all showing lots of cleavage and all with very short. “Hmm,” Mel murmured, looking thoughtful. “That does sound – interesting.”I was flabbergasted! I had expected a fit of rage, but my always unpredictable wife was giving the suggestion serious consideration. I held my breath and hoped for a favourable verdict; this would be a new experience for me, too – one I very much wanted!Mel glanced over at me, read my expression perfectly, as she always does, and said, “Okay.”While I was still reeling from the shock of my lovely wife's ready agreement to. He felt his mother's fingers move along his hairy sweaty split to the tight anal opening between his hard slim buttocks. Fuck! Priya never touched him there... As his mother's mouth drowned his Lund in spit and bobbed up and down his long fat shaft. He felt her finger brutally pierce and enter his anus. Her long sharp nails scratching the sensitive skin inside as she forced her index finger in and teased his prostrate... The feeling was unimaginable; he came in a hot wet violent orgasm, his. "Great minds think alike, sis! That'sexactly what I was thinking." With that, I removed my skirt, blouse andpantyhose, folded them and put them back in the "bring" pile. Iselected a pair of sheer black pantyhose to add a more dressy look,carefully rolled them up my legs, and then carefully slipped my sweaterdress over my head so I wouldn't ruin my hairstyle. "Maybe you shouldgo without a bra, Taylor" said my mom. "It's a long flight, wouldn'tyou be more comfortable without your breast.