“I don’t know if I can even wait to see you in the next thing. I might have to just bend you over and take you right now,” he said.He would of a... well, had the shop assistant not cleared her throat alerting them to her uncomfortable feelings on being unacknowledged and in the room with them. However, he was completely unfazed by it and took an amount of perverse pleasure from her being witness to their little gift game.“I think I’d like to see the same outfit, but swap out the black stockings. He didn’t have time to accompany me.” My 23-year-old shy wife had just made me a stranger in front of another stranger.I was listening to their conversation while pretending to read the magazine. They were just talking harmlessly. Few hours passed by, and now I wanted to spice things up.I wanted to know how far my wife would go or was it just flirting. So I thought to play my own game. After dinner was served at around 10 PM.“Excuse me, could you please sit on that seat. I need to lie down for. They rested briefly, she reaching back to feel his cock with her hand and instantly made sure that his was ready to fill her pussy again. AND it did, cum seeping out of her overflowing pussy onto the carpet. Another picture. They lay there, totally relaxed and fell sound asleep. I watch, played with myself and also immediately also an overwhelming orgasm, cum also gushing and splashing onto the carpet. It was now time for dinner, so I woke our lovers, we all shower together played cock in. He would then blow the weed smoke directly down my throat while holding my head in place until I began choking. This would go on for three or four joints (Our secret). One night when the last joint was gone and I was high out of my young mind, somehow after the last weed shotgun, my stepdaddy was rubbing his hard on (which he would usually just let it sit against my butt and we would both ignor it) against me and making funny noises. He groaned as if in some type of pain as he pressed himeself.