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Beginning 2- The Party (mfm)

Two weeks had gone by since my wife, D, and my friend, J, had our first encounter at his house. J decided to have a party Friday night for our boating buddies plus a few others from his neighborhood. He asked us if we could get there an hour early to give him a ride to a car repair shop to pick up his car. D was wearing a denim miniskirt, matching denim high heels, black cutout pantyhose (no panties of course), and black sweater, no bra. We got to his house a little late...he was looking out the window. It was already dark at 5 PM. He jumped in the back of our car and we tore out of there to get to the shop before 5:30. While he signed off on the bill D asked me if it would be OK if she rode back with him. I said, "sure". She said she was already getting wet from thinking about what she was going to do to him. J came out and walked over to his car. D jumped out and met him and they climbed into his car. It was a 20 minute ride back to J's house. I followed behind figuring I could get an idea what was happening by her silhouette. J's car was a big vintage Caddy with the old bench style seats. D scooted over next to him as soon as they got out on the highway. I had no idea what exactly was going on, but I was definitely getting a hell of a hard-on thinking about it. Later she filled me in with the details. It was just a few minutes she said until J had his hand up her skirt and was rubbing the inside of her pantyhose. It took him a little while before he discovered that the pantyhose were open in the center, but wasted no time after that until he was rubbing her clit with his fingers. "See how much I missed you?", she told him (she said her pussy was fully swollen and juicy). She had an orgasm in less than a minute, and another before we reached his house. She said she tried to unzip his fly to give him a blow job, but he said he couldn't drive with that going on. She just stroked him through his pants until he got a wet spot at the tip (didn't cum, though). Once in the house he went in his bedroom to change his pants and D told me about the trip. She went into the kitchen, got a napkin, and wiped off her pussy. She said it was dripping down her thigh. "I need some fingers, bad", she said. (after an orgasm she loved to be finger-fucked hard until she could have what she called a "deep orgasm"). J came out of the bedroom, and asked if we could give him a hand getting the food out of the fridge, and getting things set up...people would start arriving in about 15 minutes. I asked him how the "ride" went. He just flashed that stupid grin of his. The evening was interesting. "L", a dark-haired, thirty-something, died-in-the-wool exhibitionist was freely flashing her bare pussy to me every now and then from under her very short leather skirt when no one was looking. D actually got a little pissed, which I thought was pretty petty after what had happened earlier with J. Party, part 2 will follow. No time.

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