Pat turned to look at me, and I knew she wanted my approval. I put my hand up, and I could see her smile. She turned back to Peter, and they put their...arms around one another and began kissing.It wasn't long before Peter's hands dropped and he rested them on Pat's bare arse cheeks. It was only then I realized my cock was aching. I couldn't help myself and released my penis and began playing with myself.I watched intently as this stranger squeezed my wife's arse, and her naked tits rested on his. John had learned why many men thought that women really ruled the world...John knew nothing about flowers, so he went to the local florist, explained his dilemma and was told to return next day at noon to pick up lilacs and lilies (for sheer white virginal lingerie), purple carnations (for hot red nympho attire), and a dozen roses (for sheer navy blue lingerie for a courtesan). What with the taxis he had negotiated away, he was north of £200 out of pocket. But he reckoned if he got good shoots. I opened my mouth to let his tongue push past my lips our kissing was wet, messy and full of lust I put my arms around his neck he pulled me closer our groins rubbed the flimsy nylon doing little to protect my erection from the bulge in his jeans. He rubbed his hands all over my buttocks kneading the flesh through the thin denier of my hosiery. All this action made me almost giddy with lust and I was disappointed when he broke our embrace.“I’ve got to get naked.” He said and started to pull his. I reluctantly released her nipple and continued to kiss my way down her soft belly, past her belly button until my lips encountered the line of her pubic hair. The scent of her was strong in my nose and it was like the wildest perfume I had ever smelt. It was intoxicating and I wanted to taste her. I had no fear of whether I would like her flavour or not, I knew I would love her taste just by the glorious smell of her arousal.I stood up at the end of the bed between her outstretched legs, my.