.. I have been thinking ... We have had some very ... intense moments together, And I know this house where nobody is home that maybe ... just maybe ...... we could spend some ... quality time together?”“Why Tom Wilkins, if I didn’t know any better I would think you are taking advantage of my ... horny-ness.”Tom just grinned at her. That was his answer. “Why off course.” and off they went.Upon entering his house, he led her up to his bedroom. Standing there holding her he asked. “Have you ever. I played with her for a second and said “what do you want me to watch, tell me exactly what you want”,…she said “I wanna fuck him, I want you to watch me fuck him, please say okay”.I said “ you already know the answer,…I’m about to cum right now thinking about it, yes I wanna watch”. All the while she was grinding her pussy against my leg. Dinner, drinks, Doug?,…not sure what the secret was but it was workin’!,…..She went and got him and brought him over for a quick introduction and promptly. I could still throw a decent spiral but the long scar across the palm of my right hand extending to my index and middle fingers certainly precluded any chance of playing football at any level. Not that I cared. My high school football days seemed so long ago that it was like those experiences happened to someone else.I walked into the bunkhouse which was built on the side of the barn. It wasn't much ... a room maybe twenty feet long with three double bunks, five of the mattresses rolled up on. "OK, let's strip your wife off," David suggested."Yes," I eagerly agreed as I turned to Margie and began undressing her. She offered no resistance and in fact helped me in her undressing."You're going to feel so incredibly crude and dirty, and bad and sinful sweetheart," David said to my wife as he watched me stripping her naked, then as I slid down her panties, which were the last item of clothing to come off, David exclaimed appreciatively to Margie, "fucking whore of Satan! you're fucking.