Joan had put on one of her new bras which she proudly showed off to me as well as a matching pair of knickers/thong that displayed the camel toe of he... nicely shaved cunt. I knew I had to be calm – we’d have time later to fuck and relax (or was that relax and then fuck – who knew?). As Joan did the final preparations for dinner so Shelly and Brad came down from the bedrooms (not sure if separate or just the one – I’m sure I’d find out at some point). They were dressed to return with us to. One of the couples among the onlookers rearrange themselves. The man moves behind the woman, looks over her shoulder to continue watching the performance, but now is able to press his penis against her buttocks while reaching round to fondle her breasts.On the blanket there is oral reciprocation. The woman is now on her back, knees raised, spread wide. The man kneels between them, spreads he lips with his fingers and applies his mouth. She manipulates her nipples.Suddenly, there is a. .”She jumped down, ran towards her room, “We’re going on a DATE!” she called out as she disappeared.“I had thought it would be more like a late birthday present...” he spoke to no one.He sat his things down in the guest bedroom and went to the kitchen and got a beer. He knew it was going to be a while.Nearly an hour later, she reappeared.Fuck! She was in a short, tight little black dress, accentuating every curve perfectly like her body was built for that dress with it ending at one end just. I know it’s probably a bit suggestive and might raise your wife’s eyebrow if she read it, but it’s not that bad. And it’s definitely not as bad as me telling you that I just came so hard wishing you were fucking me, or sending you a picture of the lingerie I’m wearing, or the curve of my ass in this pencil skirt. When I think of it that way, your wife should fucking thank me for behaving so well. Not that it’s by choice. If given the chance to misbehave, I certainly would. And I’m doing my best.