With her other hand she lifted her skirt to expose her burning clit to the rough fabric of my trousers. I was in heaven, Margret’s nipple tasted so ...ood and I could smell her arousal as I reached up and took her other breast in my hand and massaged it, tweeking her nipple and making her sigh with lust.With my other hand I reached down and found Margret’s naked cunt where it was pressed against me. I cupped her swollen slit in my hand and probed with my middle finger between her lips, opening. Numerous flirty comments exchanged between us and then I decided to invite him over for lunch which he accepted the offer and said he would see me at 12. Once hopping into my car and driving home I place my right hand under my pants and felt my pussy which was soaking wet. My mind thought back to the first time I slept with Frans and how he gave me some great pleasure and I was looking forward for him visiting later.I was soon home and went immediately to have a shower to wash off all the gym. The bikers were great and the evening progressed to where my wife was actually pretty well drunk. When she is drunk she flirts alot which actually turns me on. The guys were flirting back and I'd catch a sneak hug or whisper. She wanted to dance and I didn't so one guy offered to dance with her. As the slow song played they danced and I watched as he would grind into her pussy and kiss her neck, his hands would cup her ass pulling her into him. She responded and I watched. There were four. I could feel myself smiling. Memories of the things we had said to each other were popping sporadically into my head. God…he really knew how to turn me on. I could feel my hands sliding down over my soapy breasts…across my nipples. Mmm… the stirrings were there…maybe a little longer in the shower…I’d still have plenty of time to get ready. I began to run my hand over my newly shaved pubic hair…a little lower…now I could feel my fingers flicking at my clit. I began to rub at it a little.