My imagination now went into full tilt, and I could her hear her whisper, "That’s a mutha-fuckin’ dick!" I was imagining my trampy brown-eyed litt...e wife sticking her hand down her white shorts and sliding a thin middle digit into her slick slot all the while oogling some stud’s cock. "Honey, I gotta go." She said with some urgency. "Why?" "Brad and Tom are getting me naked." "What?" "Mmmhmm, yeah! Brad is rubbing my ass with his big black hands, and Tom just pulled out the biggest white cock. I kept stroking her head and gradually brought my hand down to her neck and kept massaging her neck. This happened spontaneously even with out any premeditation. No objections. This gave me more courage. I slowly moved my hand below her neck line to which she immediately held my moving had in one position. She did not allow me to go down. Then she turned around and I bent and kissed her neck from behind. I saw that she was excited by my kiss and started to shiver and move her body. I could not. She sat back down , your drink she said matter of factly thank you i replied in amazement this is my usual seat , she said , i come here often i like this seat it has a good view as i looked around i saw the pool table over to the far wall by the fag machine , to the left of the pool table the toilet doors , male and female and beside those the rear exit door that leads to the carpark.View i thought no fucking veiw here you cant even even be seen from the bar , as she made herself comfortable. She looked down and shook her head. “He is ... I live alone, he doesn’t come here.”I sighed. “Okay, and your children are... ?” I started.She smiled again. “Sanju. He’s 19. And my daughter Jessica, she’s 18,” she said. “They’re both still in school.”I nodded. “So, can you tell me what your neighbours might have heard then?” I asked. She looked around and lowered her voice. “Please,” she said. “My son, he’s ... sometimes he gets loud and upset. I promise I’ll keep him quiet, just ... don’t.