My wife was positively aglow with excitement. I could see it in her face and the way she flitted around the house, cleaning up and making things look ...omfortable. I knew what she was thinking about was what she would wear.I smiled at this and followed her into the bedroom."Hey hun," I said."Hey! What should I wear?"I watched her rummage through a duffle bag full of lingerie."Well, my favourite is the schoolgirl skirt, as for the top, maybe just a regular work blouse would be fine."She looked at. “I’ve nothing on tomorrow.”“I’ll be fully dressed,” she flirted, and laughed. It was a exaggeratedly dirty laugh and I realised my double entendre. I told her I was disappointed, which evinced a further ribald giggle.She was so beautiful when she arrived. She was wearing a short, short skirt, no tights and a crop top revealing a bare midriff and an adorable navel. She closed the front door behind her, turned and kissed my lips briefly.“Hi!” she said looking me up and down. “You decided to get. I was trying to listen without looking like a creep. I heard my wife say fuck me on the terrace. I ran toward the elevators , I rode down to the beach level and ran out onto the beach. I counted the floors and rooms from the end. there she was she was leaning over the handrail her white bikini top still in place as some guy was shoveling his cock into her from behind. Her long blonde hair was blowing and covering her face most of the time. I saw that girl I was talking to she was talking to the. Sweat gleamed on both of their foreheads as the air in the room became thick and humid. Quiet squeaks slipped out of her mouth as he dipped his tongue into her tight hole. The outline of his throbbing bulge was evident. She wanted this polite stranger to fill her up as full as possible. It wasn’t like her to allow someone she had just met to play with her most private bits. It was a good deed though, right? “Anxious are we?” he teased as he followed her eyes to his erection. She reached for.