She pulled off and it’s time. Let us go” she said. I agreed and we left to the banking hall as usual while leaving office that day, she smiled at ...me while bidding bye. I found that it was different today and the next few days passed by and we did not miss to kiss each other and the kiss became stronger with the days. One day she did not turn up and her hubby came and told me that she would not be attending office since they had a sudden function in one of her relative’s house. Business was as. The bed. Our bed. It's cold now. I have to put Jenny's pillows down the middle to keep the warmth on my side but in the morning, I find a message from Cathy and George Corbyn inviting me round on Saturday evening.Now that really is thoughtful, because Saturdays are the worst evenings when you are alone. It shows understanding. Empathy. On Friday you can think about going to the supermarket and doing the washing. On Sunday you can think about going to work on Monday but on Saturday, it's a sort. I also felt my wife pulling my asscheeks apart to give easy access to this man to fuck my ass. I was shivering from cold and the unknown anticipation of being fucked in public for the first time.By now, my eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I saw, the tall man groping my wife's breasts was actually groping her bare boobs, and his cock, as big as he was tall, was smearing pre-cum all over her boobs. The stinking beggar next to them was actually licking all his pre-cum from her boobs and. “And I’m Ford, and she’s my horny slut,” I gestured towards Cheryl, who now took a sip of her cum cocktail.“Nice to meet you guys. We hope we can dance more with your sluts, maybe get to know you better,” Alan commented.“Mmm, I’d love to dance with your friends,” Molly sort of moaning her plea.“Do you have other friends?” Cheryl asked as she held her cocktail in one hand and slowly ran the index finger of the other in a very slow swirling motion.“We do,” the other stud commented.By now the.