"I throw off my blanket and tip toe over to the bed. I sit at the foot of her bed. "Remove your blanket to so I can see." I say. She reluctantly moves...it aside. Her pajama pants and panties are pushed down to her ankles. She as a roughly trimmed but somewhat grown bush. She turns the vibrator on again and starts. Moving it in and out. I get up on my knees. I sit at her feet and begin wanking as I watch her jill. Our breaths increase in intensity. "Want to trade?" she asks. I nod. I lay down in. As I had hoped, the buyer took the opportunity to furtively glance at the impressions of my erect nipples against the flimsy fabric, and the fact that I had his attracted his attention so quickly, gave me a little tinkle of pleasure. Their plan was to carefully drag the frame, without removing the glass, over the path then turn it sideways to get it through the gate and on to the buyer’s trailer. The frame was quite heavy and proved too awkward to get through the gate, which meant it had to be. It was taking every ounce of willpower to hold off my own orgasm at that point.Greg spent the next half hour swapping between his girlfriend and my wife. Robin and Samantha kissed and played with each other’s tits as they took turns getting fucked. The two moaned and giggled as they confessed to enjoying the situation with Greg. My wife said he was moving his long shaft out of her pussy when he said, “I’m going to cum.” Samantha quickly got up, knelt on the bed next to him and grabbed my. Nor was she engulfed by the eligible bachelors who populated her fantasies. She had no enthusiasm at all for the sixties or seventies discos. Nor was she inclined to go on excursions to ancient Roman temples. She would rather stretch out on a towel on the beach, novel in hand, and dressed only in Factor 15 and her new summer outfit.Perhaps her unsociability was a delayed shock after Brian had left her, although it had been a fairly amicable separation really. Things had sort of petered out over.