I got on the bed and went to town , I wasn't paying attition to what was going on around me, SHIT I was getting a fresh pie!! I did stop and look over...my shoulder in time to see Ann's husband on his knees sucking Thomas back hard. Oh shit, theres another idea I hope my wife don't think is cool. When I was finished Ann pulled off her sun dress and laid across our bed and Thomas started fucking her as hard as a woman could be fucked. I was thinking, this guy had fucked my wife two times already. I couldn't focus in art class, I kept thinking about the firemen in the parking lot, about being fucked hard in the back of a pick up truck, having my breasts squeezed and pulled. I, some how, made it through the day and back home. I stripped down and started reading my favorite erotica and felt my nipples get hard, my juices started to flow. But I wasn't in the mood to finish quickly tonight, I teased myself. Long slow stroke of my fingers, purposefully avoiding my clit, waiting until I was. It was difficult to roll out of bed, since Dee lay on her back next to me on one side, while Brenda had cuddled herself into my other. They had stayed up late into the evening talking to Willie, and I often heard their raucous giggling as I worked in my office before going off to bed. Brenda and Dee had tucked the newcomer into Dee's bed and joined me in the master bedroom. It was to be Willie's last night sleeping alone, they said. And, they confessed, neither of them particularly trusted. Although I enjoyed our home life so very much it was suddenly as if we hade narrowed our horizons within which we consequently felt comfortable. Tony, by contrast, could talk about so many and different things. Once we mentioned the British Royal Family, at which he asked me if I knew the Queen and her husband were relatives. I was puzzled by this. ‘How?’ I asked. ‘They are third cousins,’ he replied. ‘What do you mean third cousins?’ I wanted to know. In our African families we do not grade.