I was expecting a slap, or a push away, but she seemed to melt in my arms and our hot breath and wet tongues mingled in the warmth of the kitchen. My ...ands were running up and down her back, over her buttocks. Squeezing them and kneading them together and apart. My hand worked the hem of dress up, so that my hands could grab her naked arse cheeks.Her hands ran over the front of my trousers. Feeling my bulging cock, tugging the fly down and reaching inside to grab my thickening shaft. She pulled. Walter took a small table away from us and placed an order for himselfwith our waiter. He also handed a small card to the waiter - presumably acredit card."The meal's on me," Betsy said. "Or, actually, on Daddy's credit card."She shrugged. "It's the least I can do to make up for not being able tojoin the contest." No big, Bets," I said, and gave her a hug.None of the band had changed attire, with Janet and June still in theirBeyonce-licious best, and Dale and Mongo in their dark-brown. Now it was decision time. Do I join in whatever was happening or do I go out and watch? I decided on ... both. I would go out and watch a while and then join in. The best of both worlds.I slipped outside and bolted around to the side of the house and as quietly as possible walked over to our bedroom window. I looked in to see an image that still turns me on even today. Here was my wife riding the cock of another man whilst Helena knelt behind her licking at Paul's balls and Sharon's cunt lips. He even picks her a rose from a communal garden as they walk closer to home. When they slip down an alleyway, his kiss is passionate, tongues playing and teeth nibbling. He's pressing her body against the wall with his. Excitement builds up inside them, their kissing becoming more passionate, more intense.They make it to their front door, almost falling through it as they touch each other. One by one, their clothes are discarded as they walk up the stairs, careful not to fall yet determined to.