They had just opened it for the spring. I had shared more than a few of those beers with them on past pool weekends."Mark's downstairs, you know the w...y." She turned me in the general direction, with a pat on the rear to get me going.I looked up from the entrance pad of their split level, as she headed back to the kitchen. It appeared that she and the girls were doing a little baking, from the ruckus I heard above, and from the smell wafting down the stairs. Her bikini was hanging out to dry on. "Are you asking Ronnie for a date? Oh, Ronnie, sit up and take notice. This is a major milestone for him."Ronnie batted her eyelashes at me. "Li'l ole me, y'all?" She blinked at me. "Did I do that right?"I said, "Nah, but you can come along anyway."Martha watched, smirking while I talked Ronnie into it. As we rose to leave for Little Italy, Martha whispered to me, "Good going, cowboy. The afternoon with Marilyn must have taught you something, after all."At last she's pleased," I mumbled,. Whatever it was, I envied it more than ever that evening. Just as I envied his relaxed charm, good looks and the way that Sue was so attracted to him.I headed upstairs, telling myself I was doing this to let Sue know Francis had arrived. In reality, I was doing it to breathe in the sights, sounds and smells of my beautiful wife one last time before she disappeared off into the Friday night with her Prince Charming.As my head peered around the door, Sue’s smile told me she knew why I was there. Jason's cheeks pinched inward as he gave one, last hard suck between her lips before, as she bucked and yelled DIOMIOOOO!!!, pulling his wet face from her thighs. Sitting on the opposite of the girl from me, we watched while the girl gasped for breath. Looking, I saw that Jason's cock was limp. For his cock to NOT be hard and ready to fuck after eating a pussy, I knew he'd had enough ass for the day. I pointed this out and told him it was time to call it a day. Leaning over the girl who was.