Damn it all felt so good. The cloths, the ass groping, the thigh rubbing. It was all amazing. Then it was time for the game. We all got up and I c...uld see almost all of the guys adjusting themselves. I must have been seeing things. We all made plates in the kitchen and were running over each other drunk. I had more hands on my ass, but less swatting and patting and lots more rubbing and squeezing. Ahhhh, it felt amazing. "Excuse me," Mike said sliding behind me. I felt him brush up. It all started when my wife rolled over and undid her top to tan her back. I commented that I bet our audience was enjoying that view. She giggled and said that she wasn’t what our audience was looking at. I said I thought that she was looking at both of us. Then, almost as a joke, I suggested that my wife turn over and flash us her boobs. To my shock, she slowly rolled over and cupped her breasts in her hands. Shaking her breasts and pinching her nipples she said that girls gets to see tits. In between her gasps she told him "that feels out of this world, you've hit all the right spots! Wow, like you're a natural. Trust me, if you can perfect this any woman will be happy to make love to you with your slightly crushed left testicle, it WON'T make any difference!" She then added "your index finger tip feels free because it's up into my uterus, you've pushed through my cervix. So, you've now literally pushed a few thousand of your sperm directly into my uterus. How cool is that?"She. He really does know how to touch you. You respond by opening your mouth and sucking in air, swallowing loudly, and blinking your eyes quickly. You almost forget you are driving. You ask him not to do that right now, saying that the simple, windy road becomes a grand prix race when you cannot concentrate on it. He laughs as he removes his hand and holds yours firmly. You really do love his touch. As you enter the town ahead you ask him where exactly you should go. He laughs and tells you to park.