"You'd just love to get into that little cutie's panties, wouldn't you, Ken?"

Mary Jenkins grinned at her husband as she squatted into a pair of tight black bikini panties, then tugged them up snugly against her cunt.

Ken rubbed the towel vigorously across his taut belly, drying himself off from the shower. His cock stuck out stiff and straight, bouncing wildly as he moved the towel up over his chest and shoulders.

"Well," he said, grinning back at his wife, "she sure is cute, all right."

"Fuck!" Mary snorted, reaching for her garter belt. "She's fucking beautiful, that's what she is."

Ken picked up a pair of underpants and stepped into them, drawing them up his powerful legs. He fumbled with his hard cock, trying to stuff his prick down inside the pants.

"Sounds like you'd like to get into her pants, too."

Mary wrapped her garter belt around her trim waist, hooked it at her side, then shifted it until it was in position.

"Maybe," she said.

Ken looked at her. Her nipples were stiff, swollen outward like two huge dark thumbs on her large tits.

"You serious?" Ken asked.

Mary looked at the man for a moment, then turned her bare back toward him and sat down on the edge of the bed. She picked up one black stocking and began pulling it up her long slender leg, stroking it smooth with both hands.

"I don't know," she said at last.

Ken slipped into a shirt and walked around in front of his wife as he buttoned it up the front.

"I don't know how we'd go about it."

Mary picked up her other stocking.

"I don't know, either," she said with a sigh.

"But you want to?"

"Well," Mary said, sighing again. "I guess so. She's such a sweet thing, so pretty and small and… perfect. I know it must sound really sick, Ken, but I think I would like to make love to her."