However, there had always been a constant nagging thought in my mind of something that might just be possible to bring about and that was to see my be...autiful loving wife making love with another man. In fact the dream went further than that; I dreamt of her being the complete hot-wife taking great delight in cuckolding her husband with a well-hung lover while I looked helplessly on.That was the dream and being a practical, realistic person I dismissed it as such albeit that I admit to having. I trembled in pleasure as Diane's finger touched my clit. Orange was watching with a sultry smile as Diane began to finger me on the dance floor. She took another a sip of her drink as she watched me. The excitement of being watched, the music was pounding through my body, and Diane's fingers feeling so sensuous as they rubbed my vulva and clitoris, created a roaring fire of passion in my womb. It wouldn't be long at all before another orgasm crashed through my body. Her fingers dipped into my. Her juices were deliciously more intoxicating from the source. I wanted more. I mindlessly lapped my tongue back and forth over her slit. She bit her lip and tried hard not to scream. She jerked upwards and pushed my tongue deeper. My tongue darted in and out. It was almost to a point where she was leaking. I loved licking and sucking the her pussy and lips. She let out a delightful streak of pleasure and grabbed held me down. I felt her pussy pulse against my tongue, she was cumming. Moaning. Stace was the ringleader of the group, she had the strongest personality and usually had set the tone for their activities together. She was a curvaceous brunette with a rockabilly style, who wasn't afraid to flaunt her big breasts, wide-hips, and thick ass. She was the only one of the foursome who wasn't going to college, opting instead to apprentice with a local tattoo artist. Her friends knew she was bisexual, but they didn't know what kind of kinky fantasies she harboured about her friends.