I didn't want to look at her, I kept my head straight as she rested her head on my shoulder. She was cuddled up against me while I continued to just f...ace straight, but my cock was hard as a rock still. She must have noticed. She whispered to me, "Are you okay?" I'll be okay, I guess," I answered.She kissed my neck gently. I tried not to respond. Her hand went to my dick. She pulled it out of my shorts and I let her get them down a little. She started stroking my dick. She kept kissing my neck.. Below the top is a skirt that started out long enough to go down to just above my knees. Jack had got me to cut just over the bottom half off and now it only just covers my butt. What’s more it’s made of thin cotton and is flared. I almost feel naked when I just stand there because, apart from a little bit on my butt, it doesn’t touch me below my waist. He also got me to change the fastener from a button to a little bit of velcro. One tug and it’s undone and off me. Anyway, as soon as we walked. ”Brent wasn't very confident that this little escapade was not going to blow up in his face when Shelly's voice came to them from the front seat.“Brent?”“Yes?” he answered softly.“Can I ask you something?”“Um, yes. Sure”, Brent replied, afraid of what she might ask.“It's just there is something interesting up here. Can you look at it for me?”“Ok, sure”.He sure wasn't going to do anything to offend Shelly. She could bury him in one short conversation to Julie. He made his way by Kimberly and. Eyes blindfolded and securely tied. I slowly opened the door and let him in.I had great fantasy of seeing my wife being fucked by someone else. I had tried to talk her into it but she was adamant. The more I read sex stories, the more determined I became. I began posting my stories online too to make up for my fantasies. Then I got an email from Bobby. He appreciated my stories. I sent him an email with one line –"Are you interested in fucking my wife?"From there we developed a new unheard.