We were sitting at a round table and she came and sat right in between us. I looked at the wife to see a reaction but to my surprise she wasn't giving...me a death stare. She seemed okay with everything so I bought a round of drinks. After she finished her drink she went on stage and I got to see those big sexy tits uncovered and bouncing while she danced. I looked over and my wife was watching and seemed to be having a good time. I really wanted to go up to the stage and tip her but I was still. My heart seemed to stop."Elizabeth?" I couldn't see her face, but the sound of her voice tore at my nerves.She was cold and distant, "You are a fool Robert! You never were very well organised." She sounded exasperated - the way she did when I fell short of her high standards of personal discipline. But this time there was no hint of a loving edge in her voice."Don't you remember? I made sure you'd know who had been chosen for you."Chosen for me? How did these two get in? And who was the other. With my eyes tightly shut I just let out a scream of lust and pleasure. When I let out my scream the fucking stopped instantly. Terry said almost in a shocking scared voice. "Is it" before he could finish his question I screamed at him", don't' stop, keep going, don't fucking stop, Oh God please don't stop."I heard the motor again and the fucking began to pick up speed. I also realized for the first time that the motor and the two fucking rubber cocks were somehow connected. It was only then. "* * * * *"Hey, Edith, I -- I'm ready to try it. Come on out." Norman's voice drifted in from the porch. Edith looked up from the salad she was making. "I'll be right out." She'd been much too nervous to watch Norman fiddling with the machine, so she'd gone inside to work on supper.Norman stood next to the machine. He was wearing a pair of shorts and his old sneakers, about the only clothes that still fit him. Edith sighed, looking at his muscular chest and arms. Part of her just wanted.