When we were on our second set of drinks, my wife asked if I'd go get her another bottle of wine.The store was only about 10 minutes away, so I got up...to go to the store. I figured it was a chance for all of us to take in this crazy situation.I probably was gone no more then 30 minutes, and figured they would still be sitting on the sofa where I left them. I have to say, I was shocked when I walked into the living room to find my wife riding Kenny's cock while he was laying on the sofa. I know. After a series of questions and a couple of short interviews, she placed the clients into what she called the "basic" categories.Category one was the oversexed or obsessed with sex personalities. That only comprised about ten percent of her clients. She had found over time that matching male and females in this category was not very successful because they just wore each other out and broke up from sheer exhaustion.Category two was the most populous of her pools of love-seekers. She called this. "Look at her other hand," he whispered to Kris.Within seconds, Kris was trying to mimic her girlfriend's motions. Brian was the lucky recipient. Kris' left hand was now rubbing his cock. It felt wonderful. The only problem was it was difficult to get much sensation through his jeans. Kris did her best to stroke up and down the shaft through the denim material.The bus had settled down. There was still music playing but it was not as loud as before. People were starting to simply settle in for at. He moved his hands down and pulled my ass closer to him grinding his cock on me. He asked if Marc and I swing. I told him that were just married and beginning the shared wife lifestyle. He asked me if I ever had a black man before. I said no that we didn't know any up in Canada. I brought him back to our table and told Marc and he winked at me that it was Ok and to go for it. We sat and drank and Dave was sitting right beside me and put his hand on my leg and started to caress it and sliding it.