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The conversations.

After I set Wayne up in the guest room I returned to my wife. Not much was said. We were both so worked up we tore into each other. Working with a drunk dick, I was exhausted and fell asleep afterwards.

Next morning early Wayne and I had coffee and really talked business mostly. During a lull Wayne said he really appreciated last night and me allowing him to see my wife naked. I laughed and said well after you arrived it wasn't much that could have been different. He said he has her entire body etched in his memory. His words here, "If I had to describe your wifes private area in a year it would be identical". He assured me that he has a mental picture even to the point she was a little wet. I had him go into detail. He said that she was obviously having a really good drunk dream. He said he noticed that she was wet and that her, his word, clitorius was swollen so that's why he had to get closer looks. Most everything else I knew. He did say the actual highlight was having her naked body against him. I said so it wasn't copping a feel. He went to stuttering but agreed reluctantly.

Eventually, my wife entered wearing flannel pjs. I was a little disappointed. Heres the academy award. She immediately apologized for her drinking last night. Wayne said that we all drank a little too much so no apology needed. My wife said yes but you two got to visit while I passed out in bed missing everything. Wayne was looking at me puzzled. I was a little confused. I said what's your last memory. She said, Wayne sleeping and us drinking watching a moving then I guess I went to bed why. I said just curious, I couldn't remember if you were awake when Wayne woke up. She again apologized to Wayne for not having stayed up to visit. He was actually beaming. He went along saying that he will have us over soon. Wayne soon said his goodbyes and left.

Over coffee I am laughing at her. I asked why the lame I dont remember anything. She said that she did not want Wayne acting different around her. I was confused now. I said that if he was going to act different because he saw you naked or touched a tit we should have a different conversation. She smiled and asked how drunk was I last night. I said just enough to function I guess. So heres her recollection. She said she did fall asleep waiting on the sofa. She said that she woke up around the time that we had her tits out but before I untied the sash. She couldn't remember what we were talking about. According to her we were both all over different topics most of the time.

Looking back I would have to agree. She said either I'm slow or I was really making Wayne ask directly for what he wanted to see. I told her it may have been a little of both. She said she couldn't decide how to place her legs so she decided to just open them as wide as possible but where she could be comfortable laying on the sofa. I told her she absolutely left nothing to the imagination in her chosen position. She smiled and said I know.

In our conversation what helped was her listening to him talk about her. She love it. I left out a ton of conversation Wayne and I had throughout. It seem to excite her hearing him talk about noticing her at nineteen years old. She said she was expecting me to remove her robe totally so she tried to open her legs wider ahead of time. I told her I did notice. I kept asking why the memory issues. She said she was getting there. She said when Wayne sat at her feet her left leg went deeper into the cushions and she said she knew he had an intimate view of her entire vagina. This I assumed was the first notice of her being wet. She said he was essentially sitting at her ankle. I wasn't aware of that.

So she is listening to us talking and I guess relaxed naked. She said that at some point I excused myself to go out and smoke. As I left she said she could feel the sofa cushions move. She said he was leaning forward between her legs. At one point she said she could feel his breath on her thighs. She said that tickled. Another reason she was wet. When he went to sit up he put his hand on her calf and straightened up. She said he left his hand there just below her knee slightly rubbing I said damn I did not even think about him being alone with her as an issue. She smiled and said no issues at all. I felt better. All the conversation in between I recalled most that she heard. She focused on conversation about her not much else. I told her he rarely took his eyes off her even in conversation.

She said not long I excused myself again to smoke. She felt the cushion move but this time a hand gently touched her thigh above her knee. She said he would say thing like, so soft, smooth, beautiful, fantastic, etc... she said just one word statements. She said he slowly worked his way to her upper thigh but stopped short of reaching between her legs. She said she knew this was getting her aroused but she continued being passed out. She said she scared him at one point because she moved and he almost fell face first into her vagina trying to straighten up. She said I was back faster on this trip. Again she talked about our conversation. She said she waited to see if he was going to ask to touch her thigh or leg and at times she said he sounded like he was about to ask but stopped. I did not recall but who knows. I asked how many times did I leave to smoke. She said four.

I think she may have left out the first smoke break or he just didn't move till I returned. So off I went for break three. As she said this I recalled break four. I refreshed my drink at the bar outside, relieved myself and ended smoking two. She said as the door closed Wayne scooted down the sofa and his back has at her knee. This pushed her knee to foot under and into the back cushions. I did notice this but I thought it was to give Wayne a view. She said he did the same. Small light to the touch circles all the way to her upper inside thigh. His fingertips would lightly brush her lip on occasion. She said he was not putting any pressure on his hand just lightly touching. She said the longer I took the closer he came. She said that he eventually lightly started touching her pubic strip. She said not rubbing just brushing the hair top to bottom and bottom to top.

She said he stopped and got up. He walked to the kitchen and returned. She said he then touched her nipple with a finger. He stopped. She said her nipple immediately jumped hard. She said she was waiting for the cushions to move with him sitting scared she woke up. She didn't move. She said she felt his single finger touch her nipple again and stay. She didn't move. He started moving his finger around her hard nipple and tight areola. She said maybe ten fifteen seconds and stopped. She felt him slightly squeeze and tug her nipple with two fingers and stop. He walked back to the kitchen. She said at this point she honestly wanted me to stay outside and him to come back and play with her nipples.

I assume I'm on cigarette number two now. She said he walked back in and sat at her knee as before. She said this time he went straight to her pubic strip. After several seconds of petting he moved down. She said she was so disappointed he left her nipples. She said he started on her mound and ran his fingers everywhere. She said it felt like a blind guy reading braille. She said he got to her clit and was just barely touching down one side then the other. He eventually stopped on her clit and did small circles with his fingertip. She said it was everything she could do not to push her hips up. She said his touch was really soft but she assumed he was trying to touch but not wake her. She said he left her clit. She thin felt a very slight touch to the left of her opening. She said her heart started racing. She was trying to decide what to do. She said before she could thing she felt the flat of this thumb across her opening slowly moving up and down. She said she could feel him spreading her wetness from top to bottom of her opening. She said she was ready for him to bury his thumb when the back door opened and Wayne almost fell off the sofa.

I was sitting there with my mouth open. I said I'm so sorry. I told her I wasn't thinking. She stopped me smiling. She said that she was sober as could be unlike me and knew everything going on around her and had control of the events.

She said she couldn't believe I could not smell her or tell the difference in Wayne's voice. She said why do you think he would suggest a smoke and say have two. I recalled that but thought he was being nice. On my last trip out I knew I was going to turn in after.

So, she said on the last exit he returned to her nipple. She said he was not as soft and gentle this time and gave her tit a full hand squeeze twice. She said he seemed rushed. He sat again at her knee. She said when he got up she moved her bent knee as high as she could giving him as complete access to explore as much as he could. She said he took his thumb up and down her slit over and over with no idea the number of times. He would pause at her opening then take the wetness up and down. She said he stopped went in the kitchen and quickly returned. Rather than sit she said he placed his entire hand between her legs and just let it sit. He then rubbed up and down. She said his whole hand had to dripping wet. She said he must have gotten used to her occasional inadvertent moan. She said it would slip but he kept going. She said he would pause his middle finger over her opening and apply pressure. As soon as his first knuckle would penetrate he would take his hand back up and do it again. She said this went on seven or eight times till the back door beeped. She said he almost drove onto the sofa.

I again knew nothing. She said he had to enjoy the view of her spread open, dripping wet, aroused as hell from his position on the sofa. She said that I didn't even notice he had moved up closer each time. She was correct and from her description I would have to agree. The last thing I missed. I knew that Wayne had his hand squeezing her tit holding her up. She said when I went towards the kitchen the last time, she told Wayne he didn't have to squeeze it so hard. She said he relaxed squeezing. As I walked to the kitchen he started slowly massaging. She said she almost stood up for this but didn't. She said he started lightly squeezing her nipple and pulling then back to a full hand massage catching her nipple between his fingers squeezing her nipple while pulling and using his hand to squeeze her tit. She said he alternated between until I, in her words, "finally" returned. I had suspected this because of my long delay in the kitchen.

My wife said why do you thing I was so aroused when you got in bed. I just played dumb. She said she came up with the memory issue that morning. She did not want Wayne feeling guilty and avoid us and it gave her an excuse if it ever came up. Shes very smart. After the discovery of the events it did not take long for the flannel to be off and me having my way all over the den... twice.

Wayne did call me the next day. He thanked me profusely. I jokingly asked are you thanking me for my invite, my naked wife or you groping her tit. Long pause then can I say all. I laughed and said yes you may. I did tell him now that he has seen her nude if he ever feels the need to do so again just come by the house this summer and walk around to the pool. He said you my see too much of me this summer. We both laughed.