"You really do like playing these games, don't you?"Again Jen didn't answer, but her silence was answer enough. Suzanne shrugged. "Jen, I still don't ...nderstand. So your husband is kinky, and you like variety. You're both adults. As long as you're both okay with it, I don't see the problem."Jen still didn't say anything. She just played with the ice in her drink. "Jen, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong."Finally, Jen spoke. "It's what happened the other night." Jen told her. This time I kissed her exposed breasts. I tried to kiss it all and she let me. She leaned back on the couch and just let me go. After I kissed everything that was exposed I exposed some more and she let me. Before long her entire blouse was unbuttoned and pushed back over her shoulders with me still kissing her tittie flesh. Next I was trying to get her breasts out of her bra so that I could kiss more of her.Aunt Betty cooperated by reaching behind and unhooking her bra for me. Then she allowed. Linda positioned the other slave next to the bench before joining my wife on the sofa. “Take off the blindfold,” she ordered.He eagerly pulled off the blindfold and tossed it aside. I could see him looking around the room the same way I had, his eyes lingering on the women on the couch. Then he looked down at me appraisingly. He walked started to walk around me, then I saw his head snap in Linda’s direction, having realized that I was a guy.“Fuck him, baby,” Linda said, my wife next to her. Pete explained to his wife that Martin, his business partner and best friend had got them a huge contract today and they were going over the plans at the pub, and that he would be home shortly with a take-away.Tracy thought she'd make the most of the time on her own and took a bottle of wine into the bathroom and ran a soothing bath. Lying back she soon began to unwind and feel herself return to a calm, relaxed state, and the wine began to make her feel lightheaded and horny. Tracy began.