... Julie and Brennan began to get quite intimate, in the semi-privacy of their position behind the table. They held each other close and kissed passionately, seemingly oblivious to the rest of the group who, with the exception of Omar, pretended not to watch them. Omar sat close beside them and made no bones about watching their every move. Mike could tell just by Julie's demeanor that she was getting really hot and horny.

Mike himself, was so hard from watching Brennan make out with his wife that he had to re-arrange his cock inside his pants before he dared to get up to make a trip to the washroom. Even then, it felt like it would burst out of his pants when he stood up and looked over at them. He moved over a little to one side to improve the view and allowed himself to stare for a long moment.

Julie had slid down in the seat a little as Brennan kissed her. The leather skirt wouldn't slide on the vinyl padding of the seat so as she slid down, her skirt had slid up nearly to her hips exposing the bare skin above her stockings, her garters, and even a bit of her lacy red panties. Even in the dim light, the black garters showed up clearly against the white skin of her thighs. Mike could see that her legs were parted slightly with Brennan's right hand resting between them on the soft skin of her thigh above her stocking, his fingers almost brushing the crotch of her panties.

The other hand that was slowly stroking the inside of her other thigh must have belonged to Omar who was sitting close beside her on her left. Julie's right hand was slowly rubbing Brennan's crotch through his pants with her other hand resting on Omar's thigh. Mike had never seen his wife in a position like that and he had to force himself not to stare...