Monday morning I rushed to work and on the way I was thinking about what had happened last night and saw my wife in totally new light. she was like a ...ew person.The week flashed past, fauzia did not mention anything about Anushka, although she had been to our house as usual almost everyday to see our children and Fauzia in the afternoons and would be gone when I would return home from work.I did not want to bring up the subject in order not to appear too keen, however I was dying to make a move. Was this one of life’s opportunities? Sam asked, ‘Did Jan write about the little silk number you’re wearing?’ Sharon raised an eyebrow and grinned. ‘No, she didn’t.’ The change of subject seemed to please her. Sam wanted to please her, but knew this was more about feeling like a man again. ‘It all goes back to when I was a child.’ She gave him one of those, ‘Yeah right’ looks. ‘No, really. My parents were poor farmers. For years, my father worked like a mule to eke out a living. He didn’t want. Hands fumbled to unbutton, unbuckle and free both straining cocks. All I could think was to get at least one inside of me. The now loud music covering any noise we made in our hot little corner. Chase hooked my thigh over his and somehow scooted over under me, leaving me suddenly sitting in his lap, facing the crowded room. My husband laughed and nodded at his questioning look. Clearly he knew where this was heading. He even reached under the table and grabbed the bottom of my skirt and began. Up and down, my mouth is massaging his dick, I look up at James as I’m sucking, and James has a big grin on his face. Slowly, I climb on James’ dick, slide down with my wet hot pussy, start moving up and down, side by side, ride it like I’m doing a dance. ‘Ah, James you dick is so good and thick’, James replied ‘Oh babe, you can ride a good mean dick, give it to me babe, mmmmmmm shit, yeah’. James whispers in my ears, ‘get on your knees, so, I can fuck your hot pussy from the back’. I got.