She gasped, fingers pinching my own nubs. My back arched, both of us crying out our pleasure as we abused each other's nipples.“Oh, B, yes!” I his...ed. “That makes my pussy so wet and hot. Ooh, I'm going to cum so hard.”“Do it, you little slut,” she moaned. “Let me feel that hot cunt spasming on my cock. I'm going to flood you with futa cream.”“You will!” I moaned, my head arching.She twisted and played with my nipples while I mirrored her fingers actions on her own. Pleasure shot over and over. “Did you enjoy the show Chris?” Stacey asked grinning.“What do you think?” I said clutching my cock, still amazed at what I just witnessed.“Then don't just sit there, bring that cock over here and do us!” Terra said as she winked at me and rolled Stacey on her back and buried her face in her pussy, arching her ass out at me.I stood up and removed my shirt, and made my way to the bed right behind Terra. I positioned my cock at her pussy and rubbed it along her folds to get it wet and pushed. I. Even jaded French tourists who had seen naked tits all day stopped and gawked at my wife's gorgeous breasts.But around our own friends Karen is more reserved, and that meant that when we were home she won't show off or tease as much. Sometimes if we're at a bar or an event where we don't know anyone, she'll wear a blouse that gapes open and will bend over a lot and let guys see down her shirt and get a glimpse of her nipples, but usually she's too concerned about her reputation to do anything. . I feel so weak. Like I just had my ass kicked. I begin to brush myself off.“Thank you.” I sigh, almost shaking my head at myself.“No problem, glad to help. So what did you slip on? Or how did you slip?” They stare at me with a curious expression.The thing is ... I don’t really know what had happened. I glance to the sink ... Then to my hands. I feel like I want to remember something ... Even though I have no clue what it is that I want to remember.“I’m not sure, maybe clumsy feet?” I sort of.