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I glanced down and noticed a massive, unmistakable bulge swelling up right in the crotch of Dylan’s shorts. Darcy looked visibly flustered, but after trying to subtly edge away to no avail, she simply gave up and let him touch her.
Nate quickly clued into the fact that I was actively staring up Hannah's skirt. Seeing Dylan feeling up my wife, Nate’s gaze migrated over to Darcy’s lap as well. But since Darcy’s sporty skirt had built-in safety shorts underneath, Nate shifted his target to Dylan’s wife, Chloe. Chloe sat with her legs crossed, but because her black dress was painted onto her body, the thick ridges of her lace bra were perfectly visible through the fabric. Both Nate and I could clearly tell she was wearing a heavy, sheer lace bra.
At this point, only Hunter and Amber were still pretending to eat and drink normally. Yet, beneath the table, Amber's hand was slowly, rhythmically sliding along Hunter’s inner thigh, while Hunter’s palm rubbed aggressively over her dress. All of us tried our best to maintain a straight face, but within ten minutes, the wives completely shed their modesty.
Chloe uncrossed her legs, spreading them wide into a relaxed stance right in Hunter’s direct line of sight. By now, Dylan had pulled my wife’s top completely off her shoulder, exposing not just the red strap but the full cup of her bra and her deep, heavy cleavage. I reached over and slid my hand onto my own wife’s thigh, massaging her flesh while actively pulling her skirt up higher.
Dylan’s shorts could no longer hide his arousal; his rock-hard, bare shaft was fully outlined against the thin fabric. Chloe stole a glance at her husband's raging hard-on, instantly catching the vibe. Seeing her man fondling my wife's breasts, Chloe subtly parted her thighs wider, angling her crotch directly toward me. She was wearing a pair of slick, solid black panties. Even though it was just a fleeting glimpse of her black crotch, it drove my horniness straight over the edge.
Amber broke the silence, looking straight at the bulge in Dylan's shorts with a wicked smirk: "Uh, Dylan... you doing okay over there?"
Darcy chimed in, though her voice lacked any real protest: "Yeah, Dylan... where exactly do you think that hand is wandering? You're acting highly suspicious."
I added, stoking the fire: "Yeah man, what the fuck do you think you're doing, holding my wife that tightly?"
As Dylan froze, caught red-handed and unable to find his words, Chloe smoothly stepped in to rescue her man, locking her eyes onto mine: "Kyle, sweetie... where exactly have your eyes been glued this entire time?"
Hannah chimed in with a sultry grin: "Yeah, Kyle. Don't go thinking I didn't notice exactly where you've been looking all afternoon."
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