He slid the coffee table back away from the couch, and had me stand between Jim and my husband. My hubby was standing behind me, and turned me slightl..., giving me a kiss. As he did, he wispered into my ear, and asked me if I was ready for this, and did I feel ok with going ahead with his plans. I told him that if this is what he wanted, then we should get things going.With that my husband told Jim that he should make himself comfortable, and that while he was doing that, he was going to prepare. He looked down. No cleavage, just bags of flower.Well, that was a relief too. But the taste in his mouth, the aching in his arse was disturbing. “Did I… What did…?” he stuttered.“Oh, Samantha was wild!” Chloe said, with obvious relish.Memories, or at least images flashed before Sam’s eyes. As they did so, he felt his cock twitch and begin to grow. Shame washed over him, but Chloe just giggled.“For someone who hasn’t exactly held back from fingering his own arse and tasting his own sperm, you do. Victor was more than happy to contact Frank. He said Saturday was fully booked. He didn’t usually had “guests” on a Sunday but he would accommodate Victor and his women as a special favour. Victor wondered if the chance to fuck either Rhonda or Ann was the reason. Nevertheless he was happy to say yes and both Rhonda and Ann were very excited when he told them the news. The week was spent talking about what they would do on the Sunday. Ann insisted it was her turn with a horse and Rhonda was. Both guys were around six feet tall, my wife had already taken off her heels so she looked tiny in between these guys. As I already said earlier my wife was wearing a knee high skirt with a tight low cut top and tan coloured tights, my wife knew I had a tights fetish and I would always ask if when we had sex if she would keep her tights on for me but she always refused.My cock was already rock hard as both guys hands moved to her low cut top and cupped her tits out of it, my wife had the most.