He said hello to us both and kissed his wife. The kiss lingered longer than I’d seen them do before. He knew we’d been fucking. He knew she’d h...d my dick in her mouth, he was tasting it, savouring it. Dave went to the bedroom shouting that he needed to shower. He did so, and Diane and I sat talking , then as I heard the shower stop I told Diane to follow me into their bedroom.Dave looked startled as we walked in. He didn’t speak but grasped his towel. “Drop the towel Dave!” I ordered I. Is it an offer?Are they teasing?Do you really want to watch a bloke shagging a girl you fancy?Especially since you’re supposed to be in love and getting married to a girl who would certainly not approve.Luckily she couldn’t get the time off to come on this ‘do’ so I can kind of forget about that reason!That was the dilemma facing me. I knew a lot about Debbie’s sex life. For the past six months we had been titillating and teasing each other during email conversations trying to pass the time in. I still like to pound pussy every chance I get. I have to admit I have been on a bit of a dry spell as the women my age are all looking for marriage, and I am a little too old for the younger ones. Julie likes to come over and talk two or three days a week over coffee. I of course have not made any advances toward her as she is married and I am a stickler that married women are off limits.Not that I would mind as she is a pretty girl with a stunning body. No more than five foot tall, and maybe. He tried to put her of his mind . . . he tried to concentrate on something else . . . . but he kept wondering what her tits would look like if he hadn’t run out of the room when she was unbuttoning her blouse. Finally he grabbed his cock with his soapy hand and remembering what she looked like in the lycra shorts with the seam pulled high into her pussy, he stroked furiously. He had visions of her tits and fantasized he was sucking them. It had only taken a couple of minutes and he blasted a.