By the time we arrived home we were both in a high state of arousal. Wendy was able to go off to open the house door whilst I, despite being in a very...advanced state of arousal, had to calm myself enough to pay the taxi driver. By the time I got into the house I could see Wendy with her coat cast aside, leaning on the kitchen units, her gymslip pulled up over her waist and her knickers pulled down to her knees. Her pussy, red and swollen and partially open was ‘winking’ at me. I tore my coat. As I passed in close proximity to the bar, I saw something that made me stop in my tracks.Sitting at a table in the bar, with her back to me, was Inez. She still had on her stage attire. It was partially concealed by a light sweater, whose purpose was presumably to ward off the chill of the air conditioning. She was sipping on a drink. Seated next to her at the table was a clean-cut, good-looking guy who also had a drink in front of him. He looked to be about twenty-eight, maybe thirty years. Call me back in about five minutes andI'll let you know what you need to pick up on the way home. What, heywhat ever is best. OK I'll decide."I sighed and then laughed. Anne might complain about her fiftieshousewife brother but when the shit hit the fan she called him upanyway.Somehow Anne had been roped, or more likely volunteered, into throwinga dinner for two visiting business types, her supervisor from Financeand a local banker. I looked at the clock. I had four and a half hoursto come up. ..The fantasy jolted her body when she thought of being treated this way."Uh--- OH God!" she panted in reality. That had done it: the thought of her being his little dirty girl, of taking his (imagined) huge cock inside her as he called her filthy names.The orgasm was strong and rippled across her young body as she bore down on it, pressing her index finger farther up inside her vagina. Her muscles tensed as she enjoyed the climax, then she relaxed. The fantasy quickly faded away and Tina.