. Ed was right there holding out the platter while she played Zorro with the knife and beef.The more she bitched a fit, the higher the platter filled....When ever she wore out a bitch, Ed brought up another problem with kids and she started shaving and shoveling all over again.The platter was getting hard to hold up when she said, "Pork ... I forgot the pig in the ground."Ed handed the platter to Eleanor and John stuck another in his hands. Eleanor trotted over to the registration tent and. Soon he was massaging my nipple through my shirt. Soon our shirts were off and we were kissing on the couch.A few minutes later, we moved to the bedroom. I sucked him a bit, and he returned the favor, but it was pretty clear – both from the moves we were making and the memory of our last encounter – just what he and I wanted: fucking. He asked me what position I wanted, and since I’m a bit intimidated by his cock, I asked if I could ride him. He said okay.So he lubed up, slipped on a condom,. As soon as we walked into the room, he ordered me to strip. I noticed that the window curtains were wide open, and the room faced a busy street. The lights were on and anyone could see us inside. I hesitated, but he ordered me again. I meekly did as he commanded. My nipples tingled with anticipation. I stood by the window and stripped down to my bra and panties, then looked at him to see if he was serious about me continuing.He answered me by tossing me a blindfold. “Will this help you forget. .” but I couldn’t finish the sentence. “Bugger her? Oh yes… unless she resists. But she’s not good at resisting, is she?” “Oh my God!” It was true; my lovely wife had become a pushover when it came to sex with other men and there was no sign of any real resistance being offered now. Before my eyes, Steve wriggled awkwardly into position behind Alice’s exposed cleft, both still lying on their sides, my wife’s upper knee raised high, her leg bent as his finger worked its way around and in and out.