I hadn't realized how much I missed that happy, open smile."Hey Dave! So this is where you spend Wednesday nights. I must've checked every dive for bl...ocks!"A whole knot of questions vied for front-of-brain. Did this mean she was over her ... whatever it was? Why now and why here, when she could have caught me any day at work? Is she wearing underwear? What's the best temperature to serve lager? Not all those thoughts should have been in the queue, I know.My pals were showing interest. None of. She started making sex sounds, "Ohhh, ah, suck, fuck me." We came explosively. We didn't mention the pool party. A few weeks later we went to a costume party. My wife wore a black bustier with a Rocky Horror Picture Show theme. Her breasts were brimming over the top. The party was at a beautiful house. The food was fantastic with a lot of good wine and pot. During one of our dances the bustier slipped and her nipples were peaking out. Tom, from the pool party, came up to us and asked if he. Her moan had now transformed into a scream. But I knew she liked it. She turned and all red faced and asked me to be gentle. I put a square slap across her face. “KABIR!!!” She yelled as she fell on the floor due to the impact.Before she could recover from the fall impact. A 90kg me had jumped on her and was removing her tank top. I yanked it till her face and stuffed it in her mouth in order to curtail her growing protests. she was lying on her back so I just pulled down her bra and let her. No one tried to touch us or yell anything stupid. They all just kept moving slowly to the beat while watching me fuck my boyfriend.I'm so wet just thinking about it.I have no idea how long I was riding Matt. I was completely lost in a world of euphoria and lust. I had no idea what my name was, where I was, or what time it was. I was just completely and fully in the moment.Suddenly I felt Matt pushing me up. I didn't want it to stop. I almost refused to move, but I didn't know if he was going to.