“Another drink, or should we adjourn to the bedroom?”“Half a glass, please. Just to keep the buzz on. “ she answered.When I returned, she had ...pulled up her shoulder straps. We polished off the refills quickly, then I guided her to the bedroom.“Remember, you’re not staying too late tonight,” she yawned.We curled up on the bed together, spoon fashion, and I cuddled a cloth-covered tit. Actually, the camisole was really soft material, so it felt pretty good. She yawned again and reached back to. I nudged Betty's head with my chin, forcing her to look up at me, and leaned my head down for a kiss. I was met with a tongue pushing between my lips, swirling in my mouth, and her other hand dropped to my ass and gently squeezed my cheek. I slid my hand up my wife's back, to the tie for her halter top, and pulled on it. The straps fell forward as the top dropped, revealing her swaying breasts, and made her give a quick gasp. The loose top fell to the floor.Betty pulled her mouth away from mine. "N-No mark on the potty chart?" She asked, keeping her voice down a bit for her own privacy.Stacy simply smiled and shook her head, giving a quick glance over at the potty training chart. "Nope. You had an accident, but only because you were helping one of the k**s. For that one excuse, I think it's only fair to give you a pass." She chuckled. "Just don't expect to abuse that."As nice of a gesture as that was from Stacy, Christy didn't get to enjoy the implications of it for very long. She'd. She came home fucked and filled. Fuck, she brought home a couple once, and did them both while I watched. Every time I got to watch or listen to her retelling it. But it's that first, my favorite memory, that always comes back. But tonight she wants to replace that memory with a new favorite. She sits me down in a chair, her face broadcasting her eager mischief. We've read about and watched videos about wife sharing and cuckolds, and we laugh. She's never stopped fucking me, never prevents me.