I watched as the younger woman dropped her hands to the hips of my wife and pulled her to her own and pressed her nice young breasts against the lower...fronts of my wife’s large breasts! Their kissing was not heated and hurried, but was playful and experimental as they figured out how their tongues worked best together and what excited the other the most.I have to admit that watching them was enough to knock me on my ass! Gradually their kisses moved and explored. Bev lifted her chin and Lisa. She wondered what it was that Bob had worn. She wished she had bought Ken some; then, she could have closed her eyes and imagined he was Bob.Little sleep found her as she imagined role play in future life scenarios with Bob.The next thing she knew, she felt a kiss on her forehead."Morning," Ken said.She opened her eyes - then blinked."Morning," she said, noticing he was ready for work. "What time is it? Am I late?" You have plenty of time; I'll see you tonight after work, and we can talk more.". OH DAMN! What a beautiful body she has. She is a 36D- 22-34 or so, and both of her big nipples are pierced as well as her belly button and her long clit hood (yummy again!). She has a really cool tattoo of the prism from Pink Floyd's Dark Side Of The Moon on her hip.She is shaved smooth, and has an all over tan (like me!). My mouth must have dropped wide open because she winked and asked me, "Like what you see?" I dropped my bottoms and my purse on the floor, and she reached out and kissed me. We got a room and went to Patrick's to listen to some music and be ready for anything interesting to happen. We have a pre-arranged plan to play with strangers that we both agree on. We have signals for approval which consist of knowing looks and probably some sort of mental connection. It might just be a nod, smile, verbal, or whatever. Anyways we were having a good time in the crowded bar listening and dancing to a good blues band. We were observing people and looking for anyone who might be.