My wife stood up, cum dripping from her pussy and ass, and grabbed her clothing. Quickly she pulled on her scandalous outfit. She turned to me.
"You going to sit there or are you coming with me?" I could tell she was in a hurry, so I grabbed my stuff and get ready.
The tall guy was still on the floor. I could see now just how foul the floor was, but he didn't seem to mind.
"That was pretty good," my wife was smiling and relaxed now, "you interested in a party at our place tomorrow night?
There was no hesitation. "Sure!"
She turned to me. "Give him our address." Then looking back down at the guy, she added, "We'll start at eight. Be on time." As she looked the guy up and down she must have noticed the weding ring. "You married?"
"Yeah, five years." he muttered.
"Bring her along if you want."
Without another word my wife opened the door and walked away; I followed close behind after scribbling our address on a old grocery receipt. She turned to me when we were back in the store. "Grab a basket over there," she pointed to the check-out, "we're going to buy some party toys."
I grabbed a basket and followed her around the store, watching as she selected a couple of dildos, a vibrating rabbit, a strapon harness, some handcuffs, and a variety of clamps and restraints and tossed them into the basket. There was over $200 worth of stuff by the time she was finished. I paid happily; this was getting wild and I loved it.
We got into the car. "So," she reached down and stroked my cock through my pants, "did you enjoy your slut wife?"
I reached over and squeezed her nipple; it was still rock hard. "Yeah!"
She smiled widely. "And so," she gave a long pause, "do we go home and fuck or do we go to a club?"
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