It was pretty hot sitting on the couch next to a married guy, both in speedos, rubbing our cocks through the lycra waiting for his wife to join us.So ...the husband and I are sitting on the couch both wearing black speedos. I'm hard as a rock from making out with the wife and we are both sitting there rubbing our cocks through our speedos. It doesn't take long until the wife returns. All she is wearing is a white bikini. She is petite, nice medium sized titties, shaved all over and brunette.She. Finally, they rinsed off and got out of the shower. Both of them were very turned on, and toweling each other dry did nothing to lessen their need. ‘Come on,’ Wanda said. She took Rod’s hand and started toward the bathroom door. ‘Let’s go in to…’ Rod stayed standing, and pulled her to a halt. ‘Why don’t we do it here?’ he said. Smiling, he sat down on the toilet and pulled Wanda to him. He grabbed her full hips and moved her so she was straddling his legs. Wanda looked down, saw that Rod’s. Some women weren’t all that fussy about personal hygiene and he had been caught out early on in his ‘career’, the smell nearly making him puke, and it had ruined his night.Tonight though, she smelled delicious. A heavy mix of musk, and a light perfume, which he had smelled before on other women and liked. One day he would have to figure out what it was.He started fantasizing in his head, about marking women, and sending them bottles of perfume, warning them that he was coming. That would be. The maskless thug is thrown through the air, his bag spilling dollar bills as his partners wheel round to face you, shotguns raised in alarm."Evening lads. You boys ever read a comic book? Because that would help speed things up?"The only response to your quip is a hail of gunfire; you hear the metallic pinging of the buckshot bouncing off your suit. You take off using the street's parked cars as cover as they continue to unload on you. Your steps fall silently but quickly on the concrete.