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So when we'd had a few too many drinks at the bar and our new friends, two juniors in college, had been telling us about their new apartment I suggested they show it to us. My wife said, "Yes, let's!" a little too enthusiastically, and they agreed in an innocent, friendly manner. The next thing we knew we were walking up the last flight of stairs and entering their small but cozy student apartment. It was laid out with the typical student accoutrements (a big screen TV and impressive sound system), but we nodded politely as they gave us the quick tour. In the kitchenette they had a full bottle of tequila beside a half-empty bottle of rum, and my wife and I smiled sideways at each other. This was going to be a fun night. "I bet that sound system gets some good bass," she said. "Let's try it out!" They went back to the living room to get it started and we followed, but not before my wife swiped the tequila. She opened the it as they fiddled with the sound system and took four or five gulps right from the bottle. Then she closed it back up and set it aside just as the music came on. It was Techno, but not the frenetic, heart-attack-inducing stuff; it was medium-light with a solid, slow beat. My wife moaned, "Oooh, yeah!" as her hips started rocking to the beat, and she slid her arms sensually up above her head. I was already sitting in a comfortable, lounging armchair and our two new friends sat down across from me, ready to enjoy some good beats and maybe have a conversation. Little did they know, they were in for the time of their lives. My wife did not sit but shimmeyed to the middle of the room, and all three of us watched her body intently as it swayed and writhed to the rhythm of the music. Her flirtations were all directed at me, but I could tell her exhibitionist side was loving the attention she was getting from the two guys, as evidenced by the significant bulges their trousers couldn't hide. Every move she made was exaggerated, using her full range of motion, but also smooth and provocative as she thrust out her ass, chest, hips, or hands, turning around and around in an extended bout of sensual dancing. She wore only a little white spaghetti strap sundress, freehanging from the bustline, with small, colorful flowers all over it, that came up well above her cleavage and down almost to her knees. For a paper-thin dress that hung on her every curve, it was really rather modest. She wore brown stiletto ankle shoes that added about six inches with a big, flashy, brass buckle, and I knew she had a silky black strapless bra on and matching panties. Once when she did a particularly fast twirl with her arms above her head, the hem of her dress flared out and we all caught a glimpse of her gorgeous ass framed by the curved, black line of her panties. She didn't seem to notice and the next time she twirled like that we all tilted our heads a bit to see more. The next song was a faster and she took one of the guys buy the hand and pulled him to his feet. She led him in a few cha-chas with a laugh and a slow twirl, then bent over to draw me into the ring as well. As she pulled me out of my seat she inadvertently backed up into the first guy and he reached out to steady her, but only managed to hold on to her swaying hips. Once she was vertical hentai missionary again I pressed into her from the front and together this guy and I squeezed her between us, letting her dancing body grind against ours. She pressed her back into him as she danced, leaving his hands where they were and raising her arms above her head while the second guy watched from his armchair. After a few minutes my wife reached out for the second guy with both hands and with a smile beckoned him to join us. He took her hands and she cha-cha'd with him for half a dozen steps, brushing me and the first guy with her hips as she shimmyed back and forth. When she returned to slowly dancing with her hands above her head the three of us pressed in close to feel her body against ours. She rotated slowly, trying not to topple in her stilettos, gyrating her hips and snaking her body to the rhythm of the music. Every time she got her back to me she would grind her ass into my crotch, letting the bulge in my trousers ride right along the cleft in her dress, then keep turning with a upright missionary churlish grin like nothing had happened. The next time the music changed I slipped out of the circle to get a shot glass and salt shaker from the kitchenette. When I returned my wife was still dancing with the two guys like nothing had happened. Helping steady the girl. Well... or was that really an accident?” He wondered aloud. "Well we will see." It thrust out before me, my hentai missionary pussy lips growing juicy. Hiring Special Agent Fernandez’s wife to work in our real estate division was a good choice. We had a nice conversation over dinner on a wide variety of topics. First my Dad missionary (Standing) had to explain what happened to Larissa’s parents. I… felt confused and sort of didn’t want him to stop. They seemed unaware that they were a little out of place upright missionary in what was obviously a biker's pub, their smart casual wear contrasting with the majority of the customer's leather clad bodies. “Oh, damn,” Linda moaned. I squealed, the chair joints creaking as another orgasm wrenched my naked body.

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