”“Not at all, not in the grand scheme of things, given that your husband has, um... met... my wife.”“I gather she called him Freddy.”“Dian... was trying to protect everyone’s privacy.”Tess smiles. “He insists I call him Freddy now.”“My apologies, on Diane’s behalf.”“Oh, no, it was a good idea, and it’s had a marvellous effect on him. I don’t make it easy for him. The whole hotwife thing was never really my idea, but ... well, I guess you know.”“I know our story, I wouldn’t presume that it’s the. A good man is hard to find. And I oughta know."She suddenly felt so chummy that she came around the glass coffee table and sat down next to Laura. Uh oh, Laura thought. She smells good. And up close she's even more lovely. And she's not wearing a bra under that sweatshirt.Both of them were slightly tipsy, not really drunk, just relaxed. Deshona's dark black eyes shone. All the frost of the past was gone. She was Laura's dear friend now.They talked for another hour about men, about work, about. Looking past Deanna down the aisle, I noticed that the couple a few seats away were stealing glances at us and whispering. When our eyes met they both smiled knowingly. This was quite a turn-on for me. I noticed that one of her hands had disappeared under his coat. Leaning over, I whispered into Deanna’s ear that she should have a look but be nonchalant about it. The sight seemed to do something to her and I could feel her begin to climax. Her pussy spasmed against my hand and she fought hard. Slowly I was searching for navel. I kissed and licked her neck gently in joy since I found her navel. I was slowly finger fucking her navel hole. This squeezing and kissing went for than an hour. I was enjoying the feel of her smooth silky bare waist and stomach region. Few minutes later I played with her boobs over her blouse.Due to the presence others in the car I stayed in my limits. I had a hard on and a bulge over ma Jean. Then I noticed where we are traveling and found we entered our.