Mid-way through the dinner, I looked down under the table and noticed her boots. I think some women call them the “come fuck me” boots. Very sexy.... Did I dare? I hesitated, but not for long. I reached down and grabbed one of her feet, by the boot, and stretched it up toward me.“What are you doing?” she asked.“Trust me...let me just have your foot for a second.”“What for?”“I want to see something...I remembered what you told me that August afternoon...about foot massages...”“Oh...yeah...but –““No. Lynette and I easily added the backing vocals to Sam’s sweet sounding lead.I really enjoyed it when Sam came over alongside me with her acoustic guitar as I played Lindsey Buckingham’s tight little guitar riff. Paul, being Paul also came over and stuck his head between us, so all three of us guitar players were getting into the rhythm of the song on the right side of the stage.When Sam started to sing the next verse, I walked over to where Lynette was standing as she played the keyboards. I. Doug was naked and Sara had her bathrobe on.“Okay my cuck,” Sara said to me, “Start sucking my husband’s cock.” I sucked like crazy on his thick tool while Sara kissed him and shouted, “I love you my husband, I love you, and I love watching my cuck suck my husband’s cock.” It wasn’t long before he was filling my mouth with his cum to the shouts of delight coming from my wife. “That’s a good cuck,” Sara screamed, “swallow my husband’s cum and lick his cock clean,” she went on, “Lick it clean. After a few people mentioned what they had found Sandy took a vote regarding how everybody felt about playing spin the bottle, with the people who were paired up by the bottle having a private or public session of masturbating each other. Wow, there was a lot of laughing, hooting and hollering. As a helpful husband I brought out the hard liquor. I brought our three gallons of Scotch, three gallons of whiskey and three pints of schnapps. I said, "Hey, group, here is some liquid courage to help.