One of her arms is around my body, rubbing my back. Her other hand is tenderly toying in my pussy. I was still thinking, What the hell, when I realize... it felt kind of good. I realaxed my body and surrendered it to her. She pulled her head back and smiled. I smiled back and wraped my arms around her. She scooted down to suck my breasts when it occured to me we were still in the bathtub. She sweetly said, ‘Let’s get to your room.’ I noded and we got out of the tub, not caring that we were. “good to hear. Why don't you go get a wrist band. We'll be here having some beers”. Jack chats a few more seconds and excuses himself to go and get a wrist band. As he makes his way to the door of the house a wave of guys exits the house. All of them are laughing and having a good time. As they walk past, Jack listens to them talking about how they fucked his wife and where they came. On guy said in her mouth, the other said he shot it into her gaping asshole and it went right in and so on.. "Going to be in OKC Thursday night, would you like to meet?"In my drunken stupor my reply was "Sure if you don't wear a bra." I thought for sure I had lost a good chat friend, seeing as we have never chatted with each other in a perverted way. I didn't expect a reply, but the next thing I know she sends one. "What about panties?" No panties, short skirt" I replied. I was being bold with her and it was working. And then I remembered that she told me before that she is married. "Don't tell. "Pardon our dynamisme. We have been looking forward to this for a long time. Do you not want us? Are you still recovering?" She ran a finger along my scar. "Mon pauvre Tyran..." I'm just tired," I said, pulling away from her. "If you want to make love, fine. But I will only fuck one of you." At their stricken looks, I chuckled. "At least for today. I don't have enough energy for you both."I walked up the stairs, passing by the shocked Yvette. "B ... But Tyran! Which one of us?" She grabbed me,.