I took John’s nearest hand and placed it on her thigh and told him we were both going to feel my wife’s pussy. He followed my lead and each put a ...inger into her now sopping wet pussy. “Kiss John,” I commanded, and she did, whimpering “no” and trying to keep from being aroused. I said to her loud enough for the men in the bar to hear: “Honey, unzip his pants and take out his cock.” I felt it was safe to do so, because there were only four other aroused men in the bar including the bartender.. She was trying to stay close to me, as I gathered the ingredients and followed the recipe. I gave her some jobs - cutting up veggies, finding things in the cupboard and fridge, etc. to try to keep her mind off sex!My wife arrived home when we had just finished taking the casserole from the oven. Fortunately, there was a fair amount of space between Sarah and I when she walked in, came up to me and kissed me on the lips. Usually, her kisses are quite brief when we meet, sometimes just a peck on. If its here, I wont forget it on the way out. Claire was struck by the casualness of it all. She hadnt known what to expect, passionate kisses at the door, being dragged off to the bedroom, or shoved into a corner and fucked standing up. But Freds nonchalance surprised her and oddly gave her some kind of reassurance. It felt as if she wasnt doing anything all that much out of the ordinary and that helped calm her. As they went into the living room, he told her how glad he was to hear that shed. My eyes were like saucers, as Garys pants were now around his ankles and his cock pointed at me. It looked about the same length as Robs, but was much, much fatter. My turn! he told Ed. Ed stepped back and was immediately replaced by his friend. Garys cock prodded at my tiny black G-string, as he slid his own hot tongue into my mouth. He pushed a hand between my legs and lifted my leg up until my foot was resting on the bowl, making his access to my lightly protected pussy a lot easier. His.