Anyway, Stu, as I’ll call him, met Nisha, my wife and me, Alex, (obviously not our real names) around 7pm and we all enjoyed a very pleasant evening... of conversation and food of course. By the time we had finished our meals it was still early so we decided to get a taxi back to our house. I have to say that this was further than I thought the evening would go. Anyway Stu booked a taxi for midnight to take him to the train station and we proceeded to have a couple of drinks and get to know each. He gripped my ankles and pushed them to his chest, the hard nipples and a sprinkling of chest hairs a sensual tickling tool. I still felt suspended, my abdominal muscles tight, my ass gripping his cock in an even tighter hold. Martin put his hands behind my knees, pushing them towards my chest and his body leaned forward. My bare ass opened and impaled, he began to rock and fuck me harder. There was the sound of bare skin slapping skin and I opened my eyes to look at him. Despite the condom, I. Brian thought about leaving his shorts on but thought better of it. He felt embarrassed though when he looked up and saw them both looking at him. “Well that’s one question out of the way.” Tammy said as he slid in beside her. “Question? What question?” Brian asked. Jack laughed. “Guys always their wives two questions in these situations.” Brian suddenly realised what he meant. He had to smile too, and admit that Jack was way bigger than him. Tammy turned to face Brian as he lay on his side.. Mathew ordered: “Finger your cunt, slut!” Vanessa slipped her middle finger deep into her pussy, she gasped loudly when she found her erect clit urging to be stimulated. By now Monica was sucking on his cock deep throat, taking it all the way deep inside, while flicking his balls. Vanessa never stopped gasping and panting while working on her slit. Finally Mathew reached his orgasm, Monica groaned feeling his massive cock begin to swell up in her hand! “I’m going to cum!” Whispered a shaking.