The place smelt musty; a lingering stench of mildew, stale cigarettes, stale liquor and a faint undercurrent of ancient fried food. The filthy floor w...s littered with beer and liquor bottles, d**g paraphernalia, cigarette butts and decaying used condoms.Some joker has pinned a pair of lime green satin panties to the flaking dry wall like they was on display in the lingerie section of a department store. The same joker had scribed graffiti on the wall besides the undergarment 'I fucked Stephanie. Do you want me to let him see my tits?, she asked. I thought a couple of buttons would be ok, I replied. How many buttons, honey, she asked. What or how much do you want him to see of me? How about two buttons, I answered. Two buttons will show him most of my breasts, she answered. Is that what you want me to do? I think that two buttons will be fine, I replied.My wife then went to the ladies room, and returned several minutes later with her blouse unbuttoned. She sat in her chair, faced me,. Put your hand down here and hold your plug." Igrabbed hold of it. "Keep working it. Ok I think you're ready now."She then moved got on the bed and straddled my head, facing south.This was the first time I'd actually seen her pussy. She had the heartshaped bush but was totally bare below that from the top of clit to thebottom of her asshole. I loved the view.She leaned up and said "On three, we're going to the next stage and thenyou're going to put your tongue deep in my ass. Understood?". “That feels good,” I confessed.“Thank you,” he replied, his voice soothing and deep. A voice I could happily fall asleep to every night.He made a fist and rocked it back and forth against my loins, in the corner between my thigh and my pussy. I opened my legs wider, inviting him to come in further. His hands switched to my other thigh, and again, worked their way down before returning as close as he could get to my womanhood, his fingers torturously, temptingly, teasingly close. I wanted those.