Anita looked at Terry and began her quiet confession.
"I didn't come here tonight to have a good time," Anita said. "I came here to make trouble. I hated my husband for asking me to come to this swap meet. I thought it was something dirty and rotten. But I guess I was wrong. You know, I think you're right. If I had done a lot of things that you've done tonight with him, maybe he wouldn't have been stepping out. Maybe we could have enjoyed ourselves together."
"And when he does get that urge to wander," Terry said, "wander along with him. Get some sexual adventures of your own. You enjoyed having sex with George, didn't you?"
Anita nodded quietly. Just then, the door opened and the two men came back.
"How's everything?" George said to Anita.
"It's beautiful," she said. "Now how would you like to go down and eat my pussy?"
"Now you're talking," Jeff chuckled. "That's what I like to hear, a little spirit, and while he's eating your pussy, I'm going to take care of Terry."
As Jeff went down on Terry, he felt the warm embrace of her hot thighs. His tongue lashed along her slit and before he plunged his stiff tongue into her pussy, he winked up at her and smiled.
"Thanks," he said.
Terry understood what he was grateful for, and as she pushed her pussy in his face, she locked her legs around him and thrilled to his stabbing tongue as it explored her womanhood.