"It's so beautiful Jack, I have never really seen a cock before. It feels wonderful in my hand."Jack groaned and said, "If you keep that up I'm going ...o make a mess."Moving his hand down her back to her butt, he began to rub it. He slowly worked her short skirt up until his hand touched the bare flesh of her bottom. Megan scooted closer to Jack, giving him better access to her butt. She continued her steady stroking on his penis, her eyes still glued to it."Should I stop Jack?" I don't want you. And she smiled. She was looking at me, her husband, chained to a rail milking the cum from another husband, while her married vagina was being violated...and she was smiling. She turned and motioned to the older husband, Steve. I just stared as he moved up behind her and began fucking her with his 50-year old cock. She said something to him and they both looked over at me and smiled and waved. She raised herself until her ample breasts were swinging free of the bench, bouncing with each thrust.. ”“It’s okay,” she said smiling. “I was hoping you would. Even in my distraught state, I kept thinking about kissing you. Not sex. Kiss.”“Let me get you a tee shirt,” I said, going to my bedroom closet, leaving Sophie to brush her teeth.I came back with a long tee shirt for her.“Sorry, I don’t have any panties,” I said.“Too bad,” she said. “You would look cute in panties.”We both had a giggle, and I was so glad to see her feeling so much better.“Come and hug me before I put it on,” she said.. I didn’t understand why I wanted this. All I knew was that I did.When we broke our kiss. I looked her straight in the eye and said, “Baby, I want you to be happy and if this is what you really want, okay.”Sarah’s face cracked into a wide smile. “Baby, do you really mean it, but you said...”“I know what I said but it doesn't matter. Hearing you talk about what happened in the club and how horny it made you, that made me hotter than I thought possible. I don’t understand these feelings but I know.