It started about a year ago when we were talking about getting more excitement in our sex life. We are in our early thirties and have been married abo...t 10 years with no children. Both of us are fairly average looking and had a few lovers before we met.After trying the usual fantasies during sex and doing it in different places and positions, we were running out of ideas. I was sort of complaining to my mother, who is widowed and in her early 50s. She gave me a long look and asked if I’d like. His hands had dropped from her hips to the hem of her dress and she felt it being lifted. She couldn’t believe what was happening to her, what he was doing to her. This had been Bernard at his most daringly exciting. She shivered again with the erotic situation, surrounded by commuters, her skirt being lifted by a stranger with a rampant cock in his trousers. Her skirt was now up past her panties and he was tugging them down, over her hips, baring the cheeks of her bottom. She felt him. Their not fancy or anything but it's all any of you need. Revy come with me." I followed Trey down a long hallway and we stopped infront of a large door. He pushed it open and I let out a little gasp when I saw all the weapons and armor. He pushed me down on the bed and started to kiss me. I pushed him away but he grabbed my arm and hit me across my face. I started to get tears in my eyes as I spoke to him in "Please...please Trey don't do this to me." Blood started to run down my arm as he. As my cock stiffened fully as the line of conversation developed and further fuelled my arousalWhat really? Tell me you really would I said.Maybe she responded, not so committal now, Why? You like that idea?I honestly answered that she knew I liked to watch you play with yourselfThen the question that I was almost embarrassed to answer arrived, as we had never discussed before although but it had often crossed my mind.What even with someone else there?I paused, not knowing how she would react..