I still got looks, mainly because of the mask, but at least now they were not looks of horror.And again, me and Abigail, still not good, but we did sp...eak and get by on a minimum level. Owen wasn’t pushing it. The hope was, from his point of view, that time would eventually heal the divide. I was not sanguine about the chances of that happening. I didn’t trust her, not in the least. But, well time would likely tell.****I don’t know how he did it. But the whole clan was present when we arrived at. I would take pictures and videos for him to see.If ever there would be a night to test our interest in the hot wifing world, tonight would surely be it. I was beginning to get a little excited thinking about the possibilities. I started getting sexually aroused and was looking forward to the evening out even more than I had been before this exchange. What if I met a hot guy, could I do it? I wasn’t sure what the answer was but just thinking about it was turning me on. After dinner, we all went. He was going to have fun with her. He had planned on making her wait a long time for her first orgasm, but he changed his mind. Without warning, he shoved two fingers deep into her pussy and started rubbing her clit with his thumb. He started kissing her passionately, muffling the scream she let out as she came hard and squirted all over John's hand and both of their feet.When her orgasm subsided, he pulled his hand out from under her skirt. "Awwww!" "Don't worry, Slut. We'll get back to. I pounded loudly and yelled, "Let me in!" My Parisian comedian friend called out, "Iz dat room service? We want champagne!" And then laughter from both of them. Fucker. Bitch. Now I was really grumpy. I pounded some more so my wife finally came to the door and said through the closed door, "Go take a nap on the couch. We'll talk later." I was speechless. And tired. And drunk. I raised my fist to pound again, then stopped. I pressed my ear against the door. Things had gotten quiet on their side..