My wife had a knockout body to start with.....a statuesque figure of 6 feet, 165 lbs. and a full, firm 38DD chest. A pure delight viewing her in sexy ...lingerie, or even nude, she upped the stakes in her slave attire. In a harness or any other bdsm attire, she was transformed from my wife to my slut. The more we played, the more intoxicated she became to this fetish. Her 38DD breasts stuck out like missles in her gear. While she would not wear hoods, she was receptive to masks and blindfolds,. She was able to slowly accelerate her hand motions so that she was fully stroking his fabulous cock from his root to his head. She held her thumb upwards now so that on the end of the upstroke she could bend it over the spongy head and rub it for a bit. His cock responded enthusiastically to the new pressure and she felt it start to get even bigger in her hand.The monster in her hand had her totally mesmerized. No picture or description or biology class diagram had ever done cocks justice in. ” Pat said, calling me by my old nickname before I was Rudi, when no one could say Seth, so they simply used an A at the end of my name.“Wow.” I said, looking Pat over, then sitting back down in his lap, Kelly doing the same.“So… Now what?” Anthony asked, rubbing Kelly’s shoulder.“Well what do we want to do? Clearly this has turned into a sleepover.” Kelly said looking at the clock which now read midnight.“Well, we could go back to what we were doing before?” I said, looking Pat in the eyes. “I. "Mark gave me a playful punch on the arm and we giggled brushing closer together.Trees and wild shrubs walled in this part of the path making us feel like we were miles from anyone. "Let's sit down for awhile and look at the water," I said, directing him down a small side path that took us to a little cove. We sat close with our backs against the sandy bank looking across the small grassy beach to the gently lapping water of the lake.During a long period of comfortable silence I was becoming.