” “But I’ve just ****d my best friend’s wife” Oh dear guilt trip, but then that was what this was all about; he’s thinking with his brain ...t last. But I ain’t done baby. I want more. “Darling, I came here for you, I took my dress off for you. You did not, would not, could not **** me. Never say or think so. If anything, I seduced you, so don’t feel guilty. Jane knows I’m here, the Pastor knows I’m here and all three of us are glad it’s me and not that woman.”He lay there with me silent but for. He went into the adjoining room, and locked the door. He quickly double checked his TV and video equipment. He'd be able to see and record everything.He sat in the chair and opened a beer. Now all he had to do was wait. Second thoughts flashed through his mind. He was lucky to have a wife as beautiful as Jen. Most guys would think he was crazy to let other men near her... much less touch her... much less fuck her!He couldn't help himself. This was his burning desire, to watch another man fuck. .I had a pretty good idea where this was going.Dale stepped up behind me as I stood at the kitchen counter and reached under my arms, grabbing a boob in each hand.I exclaimed, “Dale….What the fuck?”He reached inside the top of my dress and began squeezing both of my tits, “You didn’t tell me you fucked Troy last night.”As Dale continued fondling my breasts and pinching both nipples, I looked at Troy and said, “Seriously, Troy? You couldn’t keep that a secret for a single day?”Troy stepped. .For I'll feel your hands pressed against my shirt...as you'll slowly unbutton it...so that I can feel your soft hands stroking my chest...but with a force your hands rips off my shirt with an intense desire...as the buttons fly...And as you'll look into my eyes...I'll feel you kiss my chest...Mmmm! running your mouth over my nipples...and then letting your tongue glide down past my navel...only to feel you open up my pants...as your hands search to feel my hardness of my throbbing hard.