Lisa then extended her tongue, seeking a sign from my wife, still stammering on the phone. Lisa whispered, "I want to fuck you so badly."With that sim...le sentence all of Louise's insecurities, uncertainties and doubts regarding her sexuality were expunged. As she spoke to me, her husband, Louise opened her legs further and pulled Lisa's face into her waiting cunt. I remember clearly Louise's voice saying that she loved me. What I didn't know was that Louise wanted to let me listen to her. He got the bottle of champagne and swigged it quite heavily. I took a few hits and the two of them were horsing around doing who knew what underwater. I saw her wrap her legs around Steve at one point and lean in for a kiss. she was enjoying it very much and Steve was having a hard time staying afloat. I looked over at Tom and saw that even though he was drunk, he was horny. i came up next to him and felt his cock and it was rock hard. He said better knock that off or I'll be humping you for. She visualized the encounter she planned with him this evening -- kissing, caressing, unbuttoning, intimate parts of their bodies exposed, then touched and kissed, her excitement increasing, his rising, male smells, female smells, insertion, more excitement, her climax, his discharge, and her hope that he will cuddle her gently after the act is over.She was reading in the magazine about how a man loves it when a girl runs her tongue tip around the rim of his cockhead when HE walked in.He was. I was still wearing my working clobber of loose white blouse and tight grey pencil skirt over dark tights. No wait, I wasn't wearing tights, I was wearing stockings yesterday. I'd been getting a bit of a sweat rash from my tights, so I'd decided to wear all the old tackle instead. You know, lacy knickers, suspenders and dark coloured stockings. That way my inner thighs could get some air. It had the added bonus that if I went for a pee it was much easier to just pull up my skirt and drop my.