Joe’s arms crisscrossed Nora’s chest, each one his hands gripping her bouncing breasts! I had a front row seat as I watched my wife, facing me, be...ing repeatedly impaled. Despite my initial reaction, my dick was as hard as granite! Her pussy was squirting juices everywhere now. I had never seen Nora squirt before. I was so full of emotions; anger, fear, excitement… my cock was so hard in my pants, it hurt! As distraught as I felt, I didn’t want the show to end. Joe pulled out and moved Nora back. "I thought you'd like it this way, mate."I said, "Why did you think that?"I figured I knew why he thought that but I wanted to ask him anyway. He thought this way would be easier for me: in this position it was more like I was shagging a woman. I could imagine that my dick was up a fanny instead of porking a bloke's arse and that it wouldn't feel so 'gay' for me, the way it would if I was doing in from behind.But he wasn't thinking that at all. Or at least he had a different reason ready to. I was walking her out to her car and she kissed me with a peck on the cheek and told me. “It has been fun, but I have to get up early for work and I hope to dance some more if you are ever here.” I handed her my card as I was thinking “Boy have you ever blown it with her and waited till she drove off. I went home and stripped out of my clothing and took a shower and dried my body off before laying down naked on the bed.Work the next week was the norm and the older ladies would try and impress. " A thong?"She looked at me coyly, "Have to with yoga pants." Why? Panty lines?"She said, "Uh-huh." No panty lines if you go Commando." Yeah, but then you have to worry about Camel Toe."I laughed, "What's wrong with Camel Toe?"She laughed too, and swatted at me with a clean t-shirt.After another brief pause where we folded laundry, I said, "I guess you have to groom a little more carefully if you're gonna wear a thong." You don't have to, I guess ... but most women do. Yeah." Not my wife." She.