"I arrived at Liz's house at five o'clock sharp. She stood on her porch and waved as I pulled into the driveway.She gave me a quick tour through the h...ouse. It wasn't much of a house, really. And compared to my wife, Liz wasn't much of a housekeeper. "This is the kitchen," she said. Loose photographs littered the counter like unraked leaves. The pictures were all of various people, friends and family, I presumed. I looked through a few. Liz herself was only in one, a group shot of four people. Now he was going to get to find out.He was supported by the rest of the group (except Susan and Kyle). Even if Dean had cheated, now that my princess was about ready to reveal the last covered shred of her body for their viewing pleasure, there was no way they were going to let the opportunity get away from them. Arguing further was pointless. My wife knew it. She was really only arguing as a way to distract her thoughts from the inevitable shame she was about to experience anyway.“Stand up”. We started with a nice romantic dinner at the steakhouse attached to the hotel, but with a twist. I made a reservation at the kind of place with semi-circle booths so we could sit side by side. It had long tablecloths, and I told Lesa to wear a dress with no panties on. We started with a bottle of Shiraz, and before long, we were feeling buzzed. The better for lack of inhibitions.By the time we had ordered, my hand was inside Lesa's thighs – working slowly up to her bare pussy. When my finger. As see reached down & started stroking my by now super rock hard pecker, "OH, please son I want & need it so badly" With that, I stood up cupping her sweet checks. Her legs came up around my waist.I held her with one arm, reaching down to my cock. She gasped a moan when it jabbed her silky-furred pussy. "Ohh my goddd" , I want it, I need it, she wailed, lowering then impaling herself on my pole. Her unbelievably hot, wet tight slot was a streaming swamp for my cock & she screamed, bucking,.