Would I slip out a lot? Would me wife like it? Soon all these questions would be answered. My wife and I sat in the living room and waited. The doorbe...l rang. It was Greg who had brought two bottles of wine and a big smile. I poured us all a glass and we sat around the living room chit chatting for a bit, avoiding the topic I'd obsessed over all week. The doorbell rang again. That was unusual. I got up to shoo away whoever it was. When a opened the door I say a stranger, clean-cut, muscular. As I parked in front of the house my heart was pounding and my cock was firm. I got out and walked the sidewalk that led to the back yard. As I rounded the corner of the house there she was nearly completely reclined on a lawn chair. I had not seen her in a bikini before. It was a beautiful sight. She was wearing a red with white polka dot string bikini. It looked real nice and by the lay of the fabric covering her pussy it appeared to be shaved bald. I love that. She looked up with a sly but. “Mom, I didn’t think you were that hard up!” Lisa exclaimed. “You’re hornier than I thought,” she laughed, and we joined her.“Maybe not every guy. It’ll depend on how many ask us to dance and how much of a pig he is.”“As long as I get fucked by my number one stud, namely you, Rick.”“He’s all our number one stud fucker,” Helen added.“That’s for sure!” They all agreed.“As soon as the men realize they can fuck us after a dance, we’ll have the longest line up at our table!” Donna joked.“What about. Genevieve and Erin Lynn were waiting for us and were yawning as we kissed them good night. When we got to Penelope, Paula, and Margaret’s room, Margaret was already asleep.“I guess she was tired.” I said.“She was yawning while she brushed her teeth. It was funny.” Paula said.We tucked in Paula and Penelope and gently kissed Margaret before turning out the light and going to Genevieve and Erin Lynn’s room. They were already out as well. We repeated our gentle kisses. Our good night tour ended in.