Knocking around the belt. Grabbing rocks during the day. And partying back on the “Yankee Fork” at night. I missed the hustle and smells of the fl...ght deck and the shove when launching. It was during this walk down memory lane when I was advised of a personal in-coming message. I told comm I would take it and it was piped to my monitor.What appeared was a male that was perfect in every way. Perfect hair, complexion, teeth. The height of stylish jacket, shirt and tie. And a perfectly engaging. Smiling at the girls she asked them if they had ever weeded in a garden. I have to help in the garden all the time and my friends also have helped in ours. We would be happy to that for you and you could go shopping. We sure would like to earn some money if you would try us out. Becky had that winning smile on her face and I knew my wife was hooked by her charm. Mary nodded and gave the girls twenty dollars each to clean the garden and said if I thought that I was happy with the work then they. That was sexy as hell when I bound her tits tight and she ooze milk all day. I could get a nice taste at any time. So my time to fantasize and asked her to fuck some friends of mine. Oddly enough her first question was how many. I told her 4 or 5 would be plenty. She asked when they could come over. They? I asked with a confused look on my face. She said I want them all at once. That was one big fucking surprise from my once meek wife. So I decided to surprise her and have 10 guys show up of. The good bit - the best bit - is when we do it for real. Here in Marianne's living room." Really?" Yes. Trust me."She stood up, pushing her tits further out of her basque. Her large nipples stood out proudly. Then she moved a hand down to the split in her tights and widened it to reveal her smooth shaven cunt for the first time. He could see it was very wet. "See," she said glancing down. "Naughty Marianne's wet down there too! Want to lick it for me. Tongue-fuck me a little?" He needed no.