Sitting frozen to the chair, her hand ran across my t-shirt down towards my zipper her fingers tugging down the opening of my pants. “I know you ha...e been fantasizing about me. Otherwise tell me why you hung next to me the other night asking me if the clock was the correct time as the one on your cell? Especially since I was wearing the holey t-shirt of Louis’ exposing part of my tits.” My breath was caught in my throat, watching her fingers pull out my now hard cock from my underpants. “Are. I made some remark about the fact she didn't wear much about the flat and she explained that when it was hot she felt more comfortable that way and hoped I didn't mind. I assured her I didn't and we carried on chatting. As we talked I could see she was getting agitated and kept moving about in her chair, giving me even more views of her panties and she seemed to be struggling with something. “Mike,” she suddenly said, “I saw you touching my panties in the bathroom the other day.....” Before. She was very beautiful and was full of energy and ready for an adventure and experiment.......We both were excited about how it strapped on and seemed to cling to her clit area so well......it had a covering that held a mini-vibrator snugly against her. It had a control that varied what she was about to experience and I was "asked" to be in charge of that.....(WOW)! She wore it as she "freshened-up" a little and put on more perfume. Then she seemed to take forever lighting several candles she. We're both so proud of you; you deserve it." She nods, "I want that too." She starts to fuck my husband's dick, riding him, letting his big shaft glide easily in and out of her slick cunt. I sit behind her, one hand playing affectionately with her nipples, the other down between her legs sliding over her slippery clit, my lips on her neck and shoulder kissing and gently biting. If I reach further I can just brush my husband's cock as it slides in and out of her. She moans, panting and leaning.