He half opens his eyes, and in that semi-awake state before full consciousness comes is aware only of his rigid penis and his urgent desire to assuage... the feeling. The sight of the curve of her back, the valley between chest and hip, only inflames his passion and slowly his hand goes to stroke his rigid organ. Wanting more than a quick release, he slides across the bed, closer to her back, hoping that his movement and his closeness alone will communicate itself to her without him having to wake. The blouse was tight against her breasts, and the dress showcased her hips and ass nicely. The clothes offered a lovely contrast with her skin as well.I smiled to myself, wondering if she was wearing stockings or pantyhose. Truth be known, I loved them both. The feel as my hand moved slowly along an inner thigh, looking for a response. A change in breathing, a slight tremble, a shift in the position of the hips, sliding toward me perhaps. Or the slight spreading of thighs, a signal to continue. It seems there were some rather interesting affairs that took place but I was never aware of them. As I said earlier I was not there long enough to be invited into the inner circle.Dinner was great we all chatted and it seems the boys had a lot more in common than flying and Suzie and I raised few eyebrows as we swapped a few references about our previous life before marriage.After dinner we sat around and had a few more drinks, more than a few it seems. The conversations were becoming more. They lay on each side of her and just stroked and kissed her, and all three would laugh and she would giggle from time to time, but they kept her turned on, up and down, over and over. After a while, one of them got up and pulled my wife up to a sitting position, and then the other rolled her over on her hands and knees and knelt behind her and took her from behind, doggy style. I knew that she loved being fucked like this, because I could get so much deeper and even touch her cervix with the.