You know the car. The one the Beach Boys sang about, "She's real fine, my 409." Yea, that car.I started a conversation with the owner as soon as I got...done staring. The owner was an older gentleman. I kept thinking what an old guy would want with a car like that, but looking back, the guy was probably 20 years younger than I am now. The guy had brought the car in for some belt squeal, no big deal. 409's were always wearing out something, the damn things had so much torque. He told me he was. She noticed his eyes light up as they looked her up and down."Beautiful, absolutely beautiful," he breathed.Vickie knew it wasn't her face he was admiring, but accepted the compliment anyway."Why thank you Tony. So you like what you see?" I'll say!"Andrea had told her that Tony was the son of a long time client who expected to be entertained whenever he was in town. She had advised her niece that while he was vigorous in his lovemaking, he was, at heart, a nice guy, and therefore a good first. Rather, they had availed themselves of (at that time) a little known service in Reno, Nevada (home of the 'quickie-wedding'), called The Cuckold Wedding Chapel; which had been started by a retired lawyer for couples seeking, as The Cuckold Wedding Chapel web-site had described it: a 'positive alternative to the long-held traditional, and monogamy-based, marriage dynamic!'That was exactly what both Robert, and Melinda, were seeking! So, the flew out to Reno for the Independence Day holiday. ” Arjun chuckled.Nisha sighed then moved onto her hands and knees, her bum facing Arjun as she looked over her shoulder awaiting his pleasure.“Damn you’ve got his slut well trained Ranjeet.” Arjun laughed as he moved closer to my wife.He stuck his cock in her pussy to gather the juices there then withdrew it, a moment later Arjun was pressing his cock to Nisha’s small puckered anus. As he applied pressure Nisha hung her head between her shoulders and gave a small groan of pain, then she yelped.