Pleasure welled up in me as my wife touched me for the first time that evening, the kiss and hug when they had arrived at Olive Garden notwithstanding. Her fingers rubbing me just where her friend's had been only a few minutes prior was so exciting that I worried for a second that I might come in my pants. Shit, I wanted to fuck both of them right there in the parking lot, but I knew we'd have gotten arrested. Still, I didn't want to start the engine and have them stop kissing.

Nikki kissed Brooke tenderly as she slipped her hand down the front of my wife's dress, her...