I found my dream girl in the kitchen making french toast. “Breakfast, sweetie?” she asked as I hugged her from behind, putting my hand up her tee ...to cup her breasts, and nestling my cock in her ass crack. “Mmmm”, I hummed contently as I nuzzled at the nape of her neck. “Why are you wearing clothes!” I whined playfully as I tweaked her nipples from under her tee and began dry-humping her from behind. “Hehe, Baby…!” she protested as she teetered for balance from the force of my bucking crotch in. ”. She looked up to me, smiling. “I trust you, you crazy Englishman, ok, I’ll come along and I’ll see if I can get this shit sorted in the morning.”Letting her go I opened the car door, she smiled again, beautiful smile, and I couldn’t help but catch an eyeful of her long legs as the coat opened while she got in. She giggled…”Get in Englishman…I don’t bite”. “God I’m so sorry…its jus..w…errr “. I’d lost all use of my mouth and she laughed. “C’mon get in” she cried. I got in and started to. "He had better hurry up," she told her reflection.Of course, that is precisely when the doorbell rang and made her jump.Laughing at herself and the shocked expression on the girl in themirror, she returned to the door. She reached for the knob and thenthought better of it. She looked through the eyehole in the doorinstead and saw a slight man in a very nice suit. He had short-croppedsalt-and-pepper hair and a matching, neatly trimmed beard. He hadintense grey eyes that seemed to look straight. I led my wife by the hand to the outdoor sofa. I sat her in the middle of the four guys, with two guys on each side. She was blushing but offered no resistance. I went over and sat in one of the side chairs and then said: "guys, have fun, and make my wife cum hard." Despite the sofa being crowded and full, each of the guys got their hands on my wife. I watched as hands moved up her short dress and down her top. All four of the guys had quickly grown raging bulges in the thin, skin-tight shorts.