I simply watched the hidden fingers working back and forth at a snail's pace IN that forbidden spot between her legs.Then it dawned on me from what my... girl pal Barb had told me about her own "busy fingers"... Suzanne was masturbating! OH COOL, the girl was catching some rays and a BIG "O" to go along with the suntan! THIS I GOTTA SEE!!!The near naked girl was far from pretty yet had her own mysterious attraction to offer. What about her distended midsection? I had seen plenty of generous. Maybe I'm a horny grandma, but I pleasure you because I know you like it. Now I'm doing it in front of people too, so you must like that. Why else would wrap your arms around me?"No one said any actual words for a few minutes, only breathing and moans dropped from everyone's mouths for the time being. Brian and I looked at them, and they had their eyes on us as well. We all also grinned somewhat, but of course, Brian and Ron couldn't give us full smiles.I stroked Brian's wood as quickly as I. We made arrangements to talk three nights later, after she got off from work. I called her the preceding night to kind of work out what might happen, and we had exchanged some E-mails in the bargain. Nothing explicit; we were each going to pull things out of our bags of tricks. Both of us work at night, but I got off earlier and took a bath and a shave and got on my bed with a towel. I called her early, after she got off work but before she went home, to check and see if she was anticipating. I sat at the bar and ordered another beer. Shortly there after, all 4 came walking back in. My wife's dress was a mess. Her hair was mussed and matted. She walked a little wobblely, passed me with a drunk glaze look and went directly to the bathroom. The cowboys still didn't realize I was her husband. They stood close to me and ordered another round for themselves. I could hear bits and pieces of their conversation. They couldn't believe their luck, they thought my wife's 40's body, tits, pussy.