Placing my hand in my pocket I found what she had put there, it was her already wet panties. Now I realized that here was my wife, sitting between two...strangers and now with no panties on, wow, what a turn on. In my mind I could see those strange hands finding their mark, playing with the little tuft of hair that she kept trimmed in the shape of a heart and then on to enter the wet confines of her pussy.After finishing my drink I made another trip around the room, pretending to be reading news. "Something hit me in the back of the skull and I turned sharply. Maxie's bag was at my feet, and he stood fuming six feet away."What the fuck is your problem?" I shouted at him. Inside I was panicking, what if he told everybody what had happened? How easily could I deny it?Maxie didn't answer, but his eyes were black and he covered the space between us in three long strides, the last one ending in a kick to my shin that made me fall to my knees. He wasted no time with the follow through and his. After a full smoke to herself, that seemed to disappear in a haze of long puffs, the group when back into the concert, as the band had started up again, and the music and crowd were all pumping again.At first there didn’t seem to be anything different in how she felt, but this soon changed, when one of the guys in the group started dancing close behind her again. It was like her sense of touch was heightened, and with every brush of his hand across her skin, it felt like she was tingling more. The parlour was quite busy with at least three groups of 8 or 9 persons quite a few of them couples. We bought a book of tickets each, this was all we had to pay for, and we danced, fooled around in the spa pool and wound up fucking both girls in the showers with people walking past into the sauna etc. As I say a very good night.Trixie had about a dozen girls she could call on but there we only ever about 6 girls on at any one time. She opened seven days a week but Mondays and Tuesdays there.