Just a meeting, maybe a few drinks and a bit of fun. In my mind this meant maybe a bit of flirting, perhaps a bit of showing some leg or a flash of bo...b. Nothing more than that really.So finally I’d plucked up enough courage to go through with meeting a guy. The wife was going to indulge me in my fantasy. She’d not only agreed to come along but she was going to dress up nice and sexy for the meeting. I guess she now found it a bit horny too. Perhaps she had been thinking about what this guy had. I was hard enough that the foreskin wouldn’t stay forward and most of my bulbous head was uncovered.Leaning over the bed she simply said, “Bugger me.”Although startled by the starkly worded request, I was more than ready to comply. Still, I wanted to spend a moment drinking it all in. Her mature, but surprisingly lean, body was facing away from me and she stood on the floor, legs spread, her torso bent over the bed, her breasts hanging down. Her legs were lean and muscular and I could see her. You have to. Until you fuck her it's just a theory. I want it to be a reality. June, why don't you help me to take his clothes off? I'll get his shirt, you go for his pants.”If you've ever been stripped by two young, beautiful, naked women, then you'll know how much I was getting aroused. If not you'll have to guess. Soon I was standing naked with July behind me, her arms around my chest, her breasts pushed into my back, while June was kneeling in front of me, the head of my stiff cock. Driving me absolutely wild with the sensation of what she was doing to me. Now as the build up of intensity and rhythm and the effort that it took to get me there, there was the problem of me laying on my back and her doing all the work. I now placed my hands very gently next to her head, and slowly, very softly started pumping my hips ever so slightly forwards and backwards. Helping her by holding her head still, resting her neck muscles, whilst having my penis slide slowly to and fro in that.