He wanted to know if my wife was messing around with him when she said I would let him fuck her with me. It was so perfect the house was empty they ha... been enjoying a couple of drinks there and she was dressed and acting like a slut around him. I said "do you want to fuck my wife" he wasn't sure how to reply so I said "if you do you should bring her home soon so we can fuck her brains out together". Not 10 minutes later his truck is pulling up! We were all a bit nervous we talked for a while. "Not now," Dave took a deep breath, finally turning away from themirror.After only a moment he started for the bath area, deciding that heprobably needed it. If nothing else, it would help him relax. And he wasnot even surprised to find that the water was still nice and warm,exactly as it had been the first time he'd seen it. Before he had evenclimbed into the water, the servants stood around him, obviouslyintending to help him bathe.For several seconds Dave looked at them, strangely not. "No. He didn't tell you?" Nope. Just that he'd be a few days. What's for dinner," she asked, beginning to set the table."Pork chops." Mary turned back to the stove and flipped the pork chops. She stirred the Stove-Top Stuffing. Her legs ached again, a perennial problem from standing for such long shifts. She looked forward to sitting down and watching television after dinner.Out of the corner of her eye she saw Cassandra setting the table and smiled. Cassandra had grown so much over the past. I feel so naughty doing that in front of my husband. We have fantasies but have never done anything like this."He puts more lotion on his hands. Rubbing her back, he slides his hands around her waist and cups her full breasts. She lets out a sigh, "That feels good. but I'm not sure you should do that." Why not? I like touching your tits. Do you think your husband will mind?"“He told me he wouldn’t mind if you felt them. I’m just not sure.”He continues to fondle the young wife’s breasts. “What.