We got back to our room a little after 3 a.m., having spent the previous 2 hours in Chris and Ashley’s room where Chris saw, fondled, fingered and tasted parts of my wife’s body that had always been only for me.
As I was putting the booze away, I noticed that the pantyhose that Andi had been wearing earlier in the night were balled up and sitting on the dresser. I hadn’t noticed them earlier and it occurred to me that she must have taken them off before heading down to Chris and Ashley’s room – perhaps in anticipation of the fun to come? I didn’t know, at the time, if that was true. But, I liked the idea that she might have been thinking that way.
After setting the booze down, I turned to see Andi sliding her dress off and letting it drop to the floor. She then sat at the foot of our bed and spread her legs invitingly. I wasted no time, quickly standing in front of her and dropping my jeans, finally releasing my swollen dick from its cramped, denim confines. I then took my long-awaited turn as I slowly slid my cock – which had literally been rock hard for the better part of the past two hours – into my wife’s unusually wet and inviting pussy.