I drove home, changed and came back wearing dark glasses and a hoodie as a disguise. I sat in a dark corner of the bar and that’s when I saw her. Th...re was my lovely house-mouse wife swallowing down a beer with her new biker lover, Butch. She was the most feminine and best looking woman in the place. Most of the other women in the bar had a “rough” almost masculine appearance. Still Debbie looked like a biker’s slutty whore with her black leather vest, she had on a pair of cutoff shorts that. I spread her legs and brought my face to her crotch, savoring the gentle odor of her sex. I began tonguing her lightly and she began moaning. She was very lubricated, and her pussy cream had a slightly tart taste; it was delicious. While continuing to lick her I reached up and began squeezing her breasts. Her moans grew louder, her body jerked, and she experienced her first orgasm. I didn’t stop.As I continued to eat her, her moans started again. I rose up for a moment so that I could place her. You look at me confused and take your hand away but I keep mine in waiting. I notice the server approaching from the corner of my eye and quickly slide my hand between your thighs where I begin stroking your pussy lips softly. A quick gasp escapes your lips but you catch it in time and maintain your composure. The server now stands before us and proceeds to ask for our drink orders. As always it’s ladies first. You begin to give your order and I quicken my strokes across your clit. You shift. The husband seemed humorless and impatient. The wife was tall and thin, well-dressed and very elegant looking. I overheard him calling her Sonja before they went inside.We spent the day on the beach. Later that afternoon, Sonja came out with her k**s, now dressed in a very skimpy bikini. She was probably in her late 40s or early 50s, but her body was in great shape and it turned out her breasts were massive and shapely. And, she clearly didn't mind showing them off! A short time later, I headed.