She wanted me to be behind her. She wanted me to creep. We got back into our groove just long enough for her to change the game up again. As she was w...alking she began flicking at the back of her dress. Her slow tease began to work it's magic as with each swish and flick small flashes of cheek started peaking out. It was driving me wild and I could see her turning her head back to make sure it was doing the job. After a few minutes of letting her have her fun though I decided to test her out. If he simply asked himself he would be given a small supply and told to mind his own business; told with infinite politeness, but told nevertheless.After his bath, attended by two bath girls who were completely cut and exhibited no trace of a vagina, or even a scar, he slipped into bed and waited. He had brought with him a new toy he wished to try out before offering it to his host on the morrow.It consisted of what looked like two Ben-Wa balls connected by about two feet of transparent wire. My wife slipped her hand under the waistband of her shorts. ‘Tell me, please.’ I was surprised at how squeamish I felt. A few days ago I’d told her about how a student sucked my cock to improve her grade. Comparatively, the stakes were pretty low. ‘I want to…’ She interrupted me before I could finish my thought. ‘…Threesome?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘What kind? The one where I have to share you with another girl?’ ‘Actually, no. I want to share YOU with another girl. Imagine – someone kissing you who knows how. It was amazing, in a matter of minutes, the sexual tension on that deck was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. The three of us just sat there for a few seconds, none of us really knowing what to say, when Anne Marie broke the tension by telling me to get the boy a glass and to pour him some Sangria. She told him that he better not get drunk or he would have to sleep on our couch. Things seemed to settle down a bit, as we were just hanging around, sipping Sangria and talking about some.