He stroked my legs roughly, hungrily, laddering my stockings but I didnt care, they were just an adornment, and had served their purpose. His cock, sw...llen, flushed and hard as steel hung menacingly over my exposed open pussy, gaining a much needed rest before he began to ease himself forward, holding my gaze in mutual lust. My calves slid up his shoulders and my thighs eased back toward me as he positioned himself, still looking me in the eyes as he reached down to give his cock and my pussy. We were driving but can you change the tickets to Lauren’s name Steve?”“That shouldn’t be a problem, changing the date of the flights would be,” Steve said.“So, it is settled, you are going to be my husband’s wife for the weekend and I will go with your husband being his wife for the weekend,” Lauren said to me. “We are agreed on how far we are going to go right?”That was how we got her and it one day I would be sending my husband off on vacation with my best friend. The next day I would get in. Now I can see her round curvy boob facing down and giving a clear view of its shape over her top. It was really good in size and can barely cover it by my hand. Slowly placed my hands crossed so that my left hand resting over my right elbow touching her big round breast. I was now pretending like I am sleep and slowly running my hand to feel the round boob over her bra. Obviously she may have felt the touch but she did not make any move. This went for around 20 minutes time and I ended up with. Sunday afternoon is always the time for sex. I remember that Mum and Dad were always eager to get rid of us on a Sunday afternoon. We were told that Dad needed to have a "rest". And, as soon as we were outside we would notice Mum getting undressed and then the blinds being drawn in the bedroom. My brother used to go under the house - it's built on stilts - and could see and hear what was going on. If it was raining, Mum and Dad used to go into the storeroom for some sex in there, and we would.