Returning her look, staring into those intelligent and loving hazel eyes, I knew what she was saying was true and that I need to hold my hand up. Hold...it up at least a little. I smiled a wan half-smile, trying to convey how I felt and that I got it. Only one word would come out. “I guess.”One of the other big things that was gnawing away at my brain and my self-confidence was the way that when Chris was trying to persuade Jill of the exciting future they could have together, he kept mentioning. Brian came out of his stupor and mashed his lips against hers, feeling her acceptance and encouragement of him wearing her garments as he stroked his thick cock. Just as she had suddenly pounced upon her prey, Diane pulled back and told him to continue his self-love as she watched. Her smooth legs separated gracefully as the wet, dark spot of her panties became visible from her creamy thighs, her polished fingers pressing the material into her excited flesh. The erotic folds of her damp gusset. ‘Hmm’, was all the response I received. If she was going to explore, then so was I! As her hand gently fluttered up and down my leg, her finger tips playfully ignoring my middle and gently lingering on my chest, my own hand began to explore her feet. I was always a sucker for emerald green toenails! Her leg lifted as my fingers drifted from her ankle to trace the shapely outline of her calf. Her smooth skin flowed up towards her waist, where I too decided on a detour! As we both began exploring. Ken, representing a three man fuck group on the Purdue campus, had dropped by our rural home in NW Indiana to discuss an arrangement. He and his two friends knew my wife from her campus position at Lily Life Sciences. They knew she ran labs there. They knew that she was the scantily dressed runner, going to and from the campus daily. They also knew that my wife danced, did bachelor parties, did out call, and was becoming a very well known local whore of the campus community.The arrangement that.