She turned, and he soaped her breasts, and cunt. She rinsed herself off, then towelled herself dry, while he watched. Then he stood up, and kissed her, and as he did so ran his finger down her back, and along the crease of her bum. “Drinks in half an hour.” He turned and was gone.Sukky dressed for dinner, and went down to the reception room. Alisha was there, as was Gerry. She went over to Sukky, and kissed her passionately. She was dressed in a blue silk dress, through which Sukky could glimpse her nipples. She looked Sukky up and down. Sukky wore a black dress, her nipples could not only be glimpsed, but with the rest of breasts be seen clearly. A brief thong was all she had on underneath, that too was see through, without so much as a cotton gusset. Sukky sipped the glass of champagne she was given. Gerry topped her up, and as he did so, he fondled the cheeks of her arse. They were joined for dinner by two young guys, twins very young, sixteen if that, Tarquin and Tristan. Alisha. I was just sorry my wife couldn’t see them. I’m sure she would have loved the view. The boys by now were standing at my wife’s feet, still looking around furtively. One of them was rubbing his cock through his trunks. Some comment passed between them and they seemed satisfied that they were alone with my wife. They sat down on the edges of our towel; when one of them reached out slowly and clutched one of my wife’s breasts, quite timidly at first, then when no reaction came, more confidently. This seemed to act as a catalyst to the boys’ behaviour. The first boy gripped both of my wife’s tits, and fondled them. The second boy reached forward and tentatively touched her pussy; gently, then more firmly, until he slid his finger, then fingers, into her extremely wet cunt. This boy then started to finger my wife with obvious excitement, to which I’m not sure, but I thought I saw a shudder from my wife’s body. This response brought an immediate reaction from him. He straight away.
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