Then she noticed that the Wife was watching with an approving look and nod. The Wife motioned for her husband to shuffle over and oil her up as well. ...We husbands kept doing our duty, the ladies watching each other's activities. His hand kept working down her belly to her shaved mound. I followed suit, getting as close as Jaye's tightly clamped legs would let me, wondering where this was going but enjoying the journey. Suddenly BBG came up behind the Wife and dismissed the husband. Now his Big. “You’re pulling my leg?” Putting her weight onto her right leg and curving her spine she says, “You’ve not answered my question.” “I have no doubt what-so-ever” I say smiling at her. “It’s your move,” she replied. Deciding to call her buff, I request, “Give me your knickers?” She slips her hand into her pocket and hands me her knickers. “I was really after those you’re wearing.” “Those were but it so warm today I wasn’t going to wear them until I got to work.” I laugh. “You think I’m joking!”. She looks at me with her bright blue eyes, a twinkle reflecting in them. She raises her arms and I remove her shirt. She shakes her hair back into place. I register this in the back of my mind, but my concentration is on her breasts. The motion of shaking her head has caused her breasts to jiggle within the cups of her bra. The smooth material of her white bra contrasts sharply with her lightly tanned breasts. Sheer beauty encased in a bright white, front-clasp brassiere. I reach forward and. “Oh. Okay.” I couldn’t see her face, but her voice seemed a little less sure than it normally was. “Maybe it was the wind. My parents always said it was probably the wind when I heard things in the night.” “Maybe.” I agreed. She sat there for a few seconds, not saying anything, just seeming to look at me in the bed. I thought of the weird way the bedclothes lay and wondered what she was thinking. I willed her to just get up and leave me alone. When she spoke next all her normal tone had.