“I’m sorry”, Kate cooed looking over at my husband, “Do you care if I finger your wife?” “She has the best ass and I am horny as hell”. ...“No not at all”, my husband said partly in amusement and partly in disbelief. “Go ahead, as long as I can watch.” “Of course you can do more than watch” I told him as Kate lifted my dress revealing the black thong and garter belt I had bought for the occasion. I bent over so he could get a good look as Kate slipped her fingers into my cunt. My husband pulled. "As I understand, Jean, my little talk the other day set you thinkingand approach your husband to help you gain more control of your life. Iwould like to start with some general questions about your backgrounds,then I will ask Jean to explain privately her situation, followed by aone to one with David. That way we can ascertain where each of youagree and differ in your views, that way we have a starting point."There followed a mass of general questions concerning our health andlifestyle. By. At the time, we were both too in love and too dumb to realize the danger we were probably in. I backed the car into the tunnel and Sheri immediately climbed over the front seat into the back. There wasn’t enough room on the sides to open the doors and get out, so I had to climb over too. At 6’5” and 240lbs, it was no easy task. I watched as Sheri took off her dress and neatly laid it over the back of the front seat. She had on a blue strapless bra that matched the color of her dress and, as I. My panty was drenched, and it was getting wetter now. I took a few steps towards him, and just the way he wanted to see, I stood and lifted my arms again. A fresh aroma of my perfume and sweat hit my nose. I thought he would pull down the upper cup of my bra and peek into it, seeing what was inside it.I knew I had lost the game. My nipples were darkish pink and small. But then, he was full of surprises! The smell from my armpits that were washed an hour or so back, reeking of sweat and.