I introduced myself and Marie, my wife. All he could do was stare and stammer when he saw her large breasts. She was wearing a low cut see thru blouse...with no bra. Her breast are triple E’s with large nipples. She loves to show them off at special times.As we walked out to the barn, I kidded him about staring at her breast, he said his wife had large nipples ,but small tits. He liked looking at big tits. I laughed and told him he just saw a big set of firm tits.Larry told me he would not. I let her skirt fall back on to her stomach giving me a hands free view of her panties.I had the sudden urge to see if her bra matched her panties. It was just curiosity. Nervously I pushed her t shirt up past her smooth (and incredibly soft) stomach and up till I reached the swells of her breasts. I lifted a little more and black lacey material came in to view. Well I had gone this far, I might as well see that her bra looks like. No harm in that. I lifted her shirt up further and got a better. ”“Then let me see that cock of yours, see how much spunk we can pull out.”“Already pumped out one load, but with your help, another load is building.”“Same here, so hope you like sloppy seconds,” Cathy could feel her own itch grow as they started to egg each other on. There was something about Ben's voice that seemed familiar but she just couldn't put her finger on it.As Ken watched the whore on the screen, in this cyber world, she was no longer his wife, but available fuck meat, and that's. There was no need to spread wide.I never once touched myself in his presence, although I confess to experiencing multiple orgasms while he peeked. I could do it while fully clothed and without touching myself. When he looked up my clothing, I would flex the muscles in my bum and inner thighs, and that put some pressure on my crotch area, which in turn applied pressure to my clitoris. My hips would move slightly as I flexed, it was an almost unnoticeable thrusting motion. I was enjoying female.