"Seven o'clock?" Daisy said, "And that's on the patio... right? Okay... great. Yes... table for three." She glanced at me, winked and smiled.

Daisy was standing with legs parted and her ass thrust back - lower back arched hard. 

Mark, my friend and our houseguest, was on his knees kinda beneath and slightly behind my wife - his face buried deep in Daisy's buttcrack. Eyes closed Mark made sloppy, slobbery sounds - sucking on Daisy butthole. Mark was infatuated with my wife's butthole. Mark was only wearing a t-shirt and black socks. I don't know where he'd left his shorts. He was stroking his hard-on furiously.

I looked at my watch and said, "Seven doesn't leave much time, sweetheart."

Daisy rang-off, handed her phone to me, and reached back to spread her buttcheeks wider. Mark made a groan of lip-smacking ecstasy. Daisy laughed bawdily, smiling with delight. Her eyes blazed with mischief.

"We'll leave as soon as he's done," She said.

"Cumming or making you cum?" I said - poking my fingers down my wife's cleavage and pulling the front of her tank top down, lifting her tits out from the boob hammock. I rubbed my thumbs back and forth across her stiff nipples.

Daisy said, "Making me cum. I don't care if he cums or not."