? Then I hear my wife cumming. After a bit of sounds I cannot make out? A man is grunting? I hear sloppy wet flesh slapping against itself? ...?Yes? fuck my pussy?? My wife’s voice is raspy? I can hear the bed and the head board again? groans and people cumming? Then people getting dressed? and the door closes. ?Now for those last seven, you up for this?? she quips. I shake my head no. ?Too bad really, but you are 37 and that’s the price you’re gonna pay.? There. I lay lounging in my panties and t-shirt, my painted red toenails like beacons at the far end of my long legs, matching my equally red nails on my manicured hands.Red is a suggestive color not lost to women, a color that both inflames and arouses, the hue inside the soft flesh of our labia, mimicked by red lipstick on lips that cover another desirable feminine orifice with warmth and moisture, within for men to prod, enjoy, and seed, the essence of our existence, only my lips were bare, soft. “God, your skin is so smooth,” she mused, running her hand over Miranda’s stomach. Miranda giggled as she pulled Carly’s shirt over her head. “Why thank you,” she said, nuzzling her face in Carly’s chest. Carly’s heart beat faster when the other girl unclasped Carly’s bra and took one breast in her hand. “Now the real fun begins.” Miranda swirled her tongue around Carly’s soft nipple, sometimes pinching it to make it harder. She gasped as Miranda traced a line of gentle kisses from one breast. Not having enough time toget dressed, I panicked and grabbed the nightgown making a poor attemptto cover myself with it. The door cracked open and my body's head pokedthrough and looked at me."What are you doing?" Bev asked. She gave me a suspicious gaze. "Why areyou naked?" I'm...I'm sorry, Bev."She walked in and shut the door. "What are you doing with my body?" I, uh. I just got curious. I just wanted to see it. It won't happenagain." I did my best to cover the boobs."Ha! Don't worry too.