"Run your fingers in and out of your cunt, play with that cream pie, my hot slut," I was stroking my cock a bit, but to little avail, three loads of c...m was what I could produce.I watched as my former Victorian wife pushed two, then three fingers in and out of her sloppy cunt, She was becoming quite the slut already."Next, bring your hand to your mouth and suck the cum from your fingers, slut," I was tweaking her nipples as I knelt with her head between my knees, my balls swaying gently across. I didn't say anything about it until we were in bed late that night. I admitted that it was exciting, and that it had made me harder than rock! She blushed and then hemmed and hawed about it until I confronted her with the fact that her pussy was dripping wet and all we'd done so far was talk about her flashing a trucker. That was the first, and most fortuitous, discussion on the subject that we had so early in our relationship.We married in June of 1976 and a few months later her best friend. On a particular Friday, Peter went out to buy the girls matching bikinis and invited them over for a backyard barbecue to his home that evening. He couldn't wait to see the girls in their new bikinis that showed off their gorgeous bodies, especially their sexy asses. The girls got there early and right away Stephanie came up to Peter to say hello with a long hug followed by a kiss on the lips with a closed mouth, something she had recently started doing. It was her way of flirting with him,. “No, Bridgett,” she whispered back.“Pretty Bridgett. Mince, douce amie.”Bridgett had had cute girl crushes before, but this was suddenly much more heated and demanding. It was as if she hadn’t rubbed off at all just minutes before, and in surprise but no great shock she felt Gabrielle’s hand slide between her thighs. So the two were. in fact, an item, as some had muttered. She had assumed they were simply close friends because of being relative outsiders, two young women from Quebec cast off.