The type of ass that you can smack, leave a red mark, and then it jiggles a little with the slap. I put on some khaki shorts as it is summer still and... a nice button-up T-shirt with a little print on the outside. Under a nice “fear the beard” T-shirt to show my city some love. Then some clean Nike Shoes just in case we go out for a little walk or something. Spike up my hair to the side, shave, apply a little cologne and I think I am ready to go. Check my breath and quickly give it one last rinse. As soon as she saw me she smiled and waved. I got out of the car and went over to talk to her. She looked more beautiful than ever. I asked how she was and she replied she was Ok, then I suggested she came round and she said she couldn't. An hour later I noticed her husband had gone out and she was still sorting out her washing.Popping my head around the door I said "Come here" she smiled and said she couldn't, I was insistant so she said something to someone in her house in hindu, ten minutes. Every night that I could spare I was at some party or in some club putting on quite the spectacle. I don't know how many nights I'd spent naked or damn near pleasing willing college boys and girls for the eyes of the crowd. I guess I am a bit of an exhibitionist.I mean but can you blame me? I stand 5'9" in heels, my skin is the color of toasted almonds and I have large darke chocolate nipples, my breast are an impressive 44DD, my waist is slim and I wear a size 6, and I have an ass that is. Another few moments passed.Chris said, “Do you think … would she … would you … do you all want to … I don’t know … try again?”I looked at him. I didn’t say anything. He was looking at my wife, glancing from her to me kinda furtively. “You want to fuck my wife, Chris?” I asked.He took a big drink from his bottle, wiped his mouth, and grinned.I said, “It didn’t go well last time … three years ago.”“I was nervous!” Chris said defensively.“You’re not nervous now?”“Well…” But he didn’t finish his.