They sat together silently for a short time. Finally Jeff couldn't take the uncomfortable silence."Sarah," he spoke softly, "That was wonderful. I jus... don't understand what happened. You said ... well, you know," he trailed off, unable to find words to express his feelings.He heard her take a deep breath, knowing she wasn't sure what to say. Whether she was looking for the right words, or the right lie, he couldn't tell."Jeff, I don't know how to explain it. I wanted you to know how I really. He was eating her cunt and she was loving it. I decided at this point I was going to get undressed myself. I got up off the couch and removed my pants and shirt and watched my wife with her eyes closed laying back as my best friend renewed his oral assault on her pussy. I stood there and stroked my cock while I watched him reach up and feel her tits; continuing so eat her out. I knelt beside the couch and started stroking my wife’s face as my friend continued to eat her cunt and play with. Then the maid left after giving us some coke to drink. Now it happened which I never thought in my life. While we talking she asked to give the small tin which was beside me. I asked what was it and she replied that it was “bust cream”. I asked for why it is used (pretending as I knew nothing). She smiled ( with her smile my cock started to raise, it was difficult to hold it down) and said it is used to keep her firm. The conversation between us is: aunty: if u does not have any objection, I. So on we went, except it was a warm evening despite the rain, and running naked in the rain makes it hard to tell if you are sweating, or not. No sweat means dehydration is just around the corner, so as we made the next turn close to the barn I turned off the track and headed inside. The tack room had a fridge I had stocked with basics, bottled water especially.Standing still after a run isn’t a good idea, better to walk and cool down so we kept moving, drinks in hand, Laura rolling her chilled.