I moaned, and Dick began pumping. He leaned down, licking my nipples, fucking my wet pussy, and then whispered to me, “Imagine Joey’s cock in you ...Jean, Joey fucking you.”The thought of my son’s cock in me soon had me nearing climax. It was Joey on my mind when I came, my son’s name on my lips when I finally did. Dick spurted his load deep into me, and we fell asleep, locked in an embrace.That night I had dreams, the three of us naked in bed together, with both Joey and Dick fucking and sucking. My bra was slowly removed from my body. Now the two boys playing with my boobs could freely fondle the boobs and my nipples. I was getting excited and heated up too. " See how she is shaking. She has become very hot. Why dont we open her and expose her to see what treasure is below her skirt..? " I heard someone commenting from the crowd. The crowd was thoroughly enjoying my exposed body. The slow caressing of my boobs was making them more and more hot. I had closed my eyes and just enjoying. They would never notice me. Shadows don't stumble around drunk, singing in an awful, drunken lilt. I do.Sometimes I'd make sure they knew I was there, and perhaps make them know I was following them. It's hiding in plain sight. Yeah, I'm following you. But I am not keeping an eye on you for your husband. Fuck no. No way. They'd go running straight to their place of assignation, right into their lover's arms, scared shitless of me.Usually, the place of assignation remains the same, I have found.. I undressed as my husband slept only feet from me, I dressed in silk and nylon, see through and naughty, stockings and belt, panties willing to be ripped from me, a powerful sense of being ****d by a strangers cock appealed and heightened my libido, even applying the gel for anal intercourse was overly applied liberally as my husband Jack lay in deep slumber, my long finger dispersing copious amounts, deep inside my bum, I am sure if my husband awoke at this very moment he would be shocked at.