Her pussy felt somehow wetter and looser than it had the last time we fucked. Maybe it was my imagination.“Do you like getting sloppy seconds,” sh...e whispered in my ear. I let loose with a wail that started deep inside me and burst out loud and long as I came into her used, little pussy.“Fuck yes!” I cried out as my thin sperm shot into her, splashing against the back of my wife’s pussy.When we came down from our orgasmic high, neither of us spoke. We just lay there panting. I desperately hoped. Well we got back on with the tattoo, it was going to take at least another hour and a half to finish it. I finished it close to 10pm, sandy absolutely loved the finished tattoo, my Mrs. said it suited her. Sandy went of to the bathroom with the towel again wrapped around her. Our daughter suddenly woke up crying, the Mrs. went up stairs to sort her out, that would take her a while as she wouldn’t be able to leave until she was asleep again. I was making my way down the hall to the kitchen as. After surfing the channels I found a hot one of some white guy getting fucked by a bbc and I thought that this would be a good one as I so wanted to be fucked like that. The martinis must have been kicking in because my inhibitions were gone and I decided to take off my pants and have a nice stroke to what I was watching. As I was totally in the zone of slow stroking and watching the video I see out of the corner of my eye this long dark cock poke through a hole in the wall, I thought to myself. She never wore them so high back then, but she had that night.Not wanting to make a fuss about something that was probably a coincidence, I kept quiet.At the bar, we were having a good time. I couldn't help but notice that Pat seemed to go out of her way to sit, so her skirt showed the stocking top and bare thigh. Neither did our male friends we were with.Last to arrive was twenty-something Des. He is single and was alone. Pat and Des have never been that friendly, but Pat seemed to cling to.