”Dave pulled out his phone and called Chris Reeve. Despite the late hour, he picked up immediately. “Hi, Dave. What’s up?”“I hope I didn’t...wake you?”“No. Matter of fact, you caught me in flagrante delicto deep inside of Eva. She can hear you, too.”A feminine voice from close by said, “Hi, Dave. Wish you were in me, too.”Dave ignored the blatant sexual offer, “Hi Eva. I just called to give you a heads up, with some news that I think you’ll like. How would you like Ashley Steerman to sing a short. ?Suzanna was already nodding to herself.?Don’t think I haven’t thought about it,? she had answered in a way I found encouraging. ?In fact, the only thing stopping me from doing just that is the bastard would enjoy it.??As I just suggested, Suzanna: not necessarily,? I told her as we lay on her bed while he was out on yet another of the long walks he had taken to having rather than bear the coldness and silence of his wife as she ‘thought things through’. A thought process that had taken over. I felt his hands caress my thighs. I felt his tongue lick my lips from the bottom to the top.I started panting hard when his tongue reached my clit to flick at it. That was what I needed, that was going to make me come.I was forced to delay my orgasm when my eyes shot open to the touch of his finger at my rear entrance. It started to slip inside and it caused my mouth to open wide; partly in disbelief and partly because we had never actually talked about that aspect of sex.It was perhaps the. I could sense that the three women'seyes kept looking at my tits, even when I didn't see their eyes move. NowI knew what it was like to be stared at, to feel that my boobies werebeing scrutinised. But also I didn't feel so guilty about looking attheir tits and comparing them to my own. Fortunately my erection wasconcealed by the dinner table.After the meal we sat and watched the television. But I was stillconscious of frequent glances in my direction. I engaged more in theconversation that.