The slightly older and more mature Monique was watching us with close scrutiny and I could see the hints of envy light her beautiful eyes as I sighed ...with utter delight when the compactly designed Francine shifted her pretty hips between my legs. Not wanting her to feel left out, I reached out and inserted two of my digits between her dampened slit making her shudder with the sheer depravity of joining our troika of naughty coupling. Soon she was traveling down her own familiar trail into happy. Everyone was quiet as we all began to realize where the evening was headed. Vanessa rose up out of the water and asked, "Who's ready for some more wine?" and Tim and I raised our hands so both wives jumped out of the spa and went in the house and returned a few minutes later each with a bottle of wine. As they walked toward us, I was struck by how pretty both women were, Dianne with her nicely trimmed pubic area and Vanessa shaven beautifully bare.Then, the unexpected happened, at least. “Not many have Mum and Dad but that doesn’t really count does it, you really like my underwear?” she asked coyly.“ ‘s very pretty”She let the coat fall open a little and pretended to be examining her own under clothes, “I suppose they are quite nice.”I turned away again and pleaded, “Please stop that, I’m getting very uncomfortable and if I get any harder it is going to start to hurt.”She closed up her coat and apologised, but more than a little reluctantly.“I’m sorry this is all very new to. We fuck at least five times a week. Ken is mesmerized by my tits. He can't keep his hands off them. I think he would fondle them all night long if I let him. I guess it's fair to say my tits are my best asset.Ken, like most men, invariably asked me about my past sex life. I don't know why men are so obsessed with knowing how many other guys their girlfriend fucked. I could care less how many girls Ken fucked in the past. I was honest when I told Ken I wasn't sure since I didn't keep count. I.