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e right. It is." said Hayley.
There was a silent wet tgirl shirt pause, as we each waited for the next move.
Hayley looked at each of us briefly in the eyes, me first, then Eric.
"I want you both to fuck me. Eric, help me with these." Hayley stuck her thumbs under the wet tgirl shirt waistband of her shorts.
Eric did, admiring the g-string that was buried in the folds of her cunt.
Hayley had trimmed her wet tgirl shirt cunt neatly in a narrow "V", but with wet tgirl shirt the g-string nestled within her slit, her hair was on display.
And then, even the little wet tgirl shirt patch was gone, and my wife was standing in front of another man nude.
They laid down on the towels, and I stripped to join them.
Hayley said, "Steven, first, I want you to feel my cunt before we go any further." I placed my hand on her, and was surprised by the heat that I felt, as well as by the amount of fluids that had already escaped her cunt.
"Ive never seen you so wet." It was all I could say.
Eric had been watching, and, as I removed my hand, he lowered his face to Hayleys pussy, where he inhaled deeply before giving her a long lash with his tongue.
Hayley reached to lift his head.
Eric knelt at her legs, which were only partially open wet tgirl shirt.
Hayley looked briefly confused, so I helped by reaching to her knee and pulling wet tgirl shirt it up.
She understood, spreading her legs wide, opening her cunt for him.
It was quite a sensation to see my wife spread herself for another man.
I watched as he guided the swollen head of his cock against her clit, teasing her.
This prompted a sharp response from her, "IN me, not on me." And I saw for the first time another mans cock enter my wife, one smooth stroke and then my vision was blocked.