"Don't stop or I'll tell my dad." I can almost see her smile from the back of her head.Seeing no other choice, I continue rubbing her back, going betw...een long soft strokes and short strong ones. Soon enough she beings purring. I begin massaging her neck and shoulders. Shortly I begin getting bolder, my hands moving along her shoulder blades, closer and closer to her chest. I feel her beginning to nod off just as I slide my hands under the soft fabric of her dress. My fingers slide under her bra. Leaning over I just kissed him. Peter immediately jumped on me and started to unzip my dress from behind. His sexy wife came over me and helped him to remove my thong down to my ankles.In just seconds they both were also naked, kissing and touching me...Peter had a very nice thick cock; which slid in me very easily from behind.Sheila grabbed my firm boobs, putting them in her mouth and biting on my hardened nipples. I loved her touch and her licking.Her husband had me on all fours and he was. It smelled delicious. She stood smiling at me, the table all laid out with knives and forks, plates, and even cups. I was impressed.She told me to wash up giggling as she did. I smiled back at her and washed my hands then sat down. She served us both then sat across from me and said grace. I complimented her house cleaning telling her I'd meant to do it but hadn't had a chance. She smiled and said she enjoyed doing it for me, it was the least she could do to repay me.We finished up supper, and. We’ve always had a close, flirty friendship. I wanted it to develop into something more, but he’d always knock me back and say he ‘didn’t want to ruin our friendship’. That was fair enough, I could handle that. But what I couldn’t handle was the fact that at every single party we were at, he’d flirt outrageously and end up all over me, only to apologise the following day and ask if we could remain ‘best friends’. Recently he’d been flirting more than usual and said he was thinking about.