It was a Sunday and the weather was glorious as I stepped outside into the gentle heat of the early morning, felt like it was going to be a hot one as...well. As I stretched I saw some movement over at mum and dads friends Lorraine and Johnnys tent, Lorraine was backing through the tent flaps and her nightie was being pulled up her back exposing her loose white Panties to me and even better was that one side had pushed right into the crack of her bum showing me a great view of half of her pussy. "She didn't stop till I was sobbing hysterically, pleading and begging for her to stop. I had no idea that my wife could be so brutally merciless. I then looked to the side and saw her getting naked.She then left the room for a few minutes and when she returned she was wearing a rather large strap-on dildo. She came right up to the side of the bed that I had my head turned to and said "So you like to masturbate to women fucking guys, well guess what, I'm going to give you a ass reaming of a. The reason was, her appearance was ... contrived. Every detail of hair, make-up and dress, perfect. I’ve always found that intimidating. Class distinctions in Britain may have changed, but (in my opinion) remain strong. But perhaps that’s all in my mind! Basically, what I’m saying is that I felt Gillian was socially above me – which says more about my self-image than her attitudes, I suppose. Then she looked up.“I like you,” she said, quietly. Then, after a longish hesitation, went on. “Karen. My cock was obscenely hard and aching by this point but I knew there was no chance of me being able to cum and relieve the pressure. I was fascinated and completely turned on by my Jules and also this stranger, fucking in my house. All my chairs and all the soft furniture are oversize and very comfy. Connolly leather hides, the same as in my XK8 Jaguar, clad the frames of the chairs and the comfort is to die for. I could see Jules stirring and regaining clarity and vision as her body became.