I cant concentrate, thinking about an erotic incident last week. I moved away from my home town over 30 years ago and sort of lost contact with my old friends. Out of the blue last year I heard from a couple of old mates and we met for drinks in the summer. Back in the day they were good looking blokes and used to shag around and I tended to be at the end of the queue. It was when I moved away that I met and married K. a lovely looking girl 9 years my junior. She has always been very slim but a little conscious of her small bust. So last year she treated her self to a bit of a boob job. This boosted her confidence and was quite happy to show off her new "charms". Thus when I took K. along to my reunion drinks with S. and C, they were mightily impressed with my catch. Indeed I was very proud of her and revelled in the attention she received from both friends. They appeared to talk to her breasts which she told me she found funny. Fast forward to last week when I had invited my mates over for a drink and some supper. Kim said she was looking forward to seeing S and C again and ask what she should wear. For some reason I said something sexy and suggested her brown leather pencil skirt and cream silky blouse which was cut fairly low. We had arranged for them to come at 7pm but sods law my train was cancelled and I didn't get back until gone 8pm. This left K. alone to entertain our quests. They had clearly knocked back a few judging by the empty bottles and to be frank she was flirting outrageously with both guys. Keen to catch up I quickly poured yet more drink and were soon all were very tiddly. When helping K. bring in some starters from the kitchen she asked if I liked what she had on. Indeed I did especially with her fuck me high heels. I don't know what came over me but asked to take her bra off and with a cheeky grin she did. Taking a tray of picky bits back into the lounge her breasts wobbled seductively beneath her silk blouse. A fact not unnoticed by the guys . I followed with yet more drink. Our lounge is small with just a couch and one arm chair. K, settled herself between S and C leaving me the arm chair. It was quite erotic seeing K. sitting there with her skirt riding up a little flashing a bit of stocking top and more particularly her nipples protruding through the thin blouse. S. was quite bold and draped his arm around K. who then rested her head on his shoulder. His hand resting dangerously close to the side of her boob. Indeed I felt sure he copped a handful when she lent back after taking a drink for the coffee table. A while later unsteady on her feet K. went to the kitchen to prepare supper. It wasn't long before S. asked for the loo which was through the kitchen. He seem to take a long time and explained he was helping K. with the chilli. K. looked a bit flustered when she came back. which at the time I didn't think more of. We sat down at the table to eat with the guys opposite us . With the overhead light she may just as well been sitting there topless as the light shone through her blouse clearly showing her breasts . A fact most enjoyed by the guys I am sure. After they had gone I did asked why she was flustered earlier. it seems S. had made a pass at her , coming up behind to kiss her neck and feel her boobs,. I felt a strange reaction to this news, not angry but weirdly turned on. I probed more , what else ? Did she kiss him, did he feel her tits inside or outside ? The answer was yes on both accounts. she did kiss him and he did put his hand inside her blouse and pinched her nipple. She went on to say he put his hand up her skirt. but was adamant he only gave her rub through her knickers. This was too much for me , I turned her around as if to re in act what had happened asking her to describe in detail what he had done. We were so turned on I pulled up her skirt and pulled down her G string ( noting these would have given little barrier to his probing). We had frantic sex standing there over the counter top. Indeed it didn't stop there we had sex again in bed then in the morning I awoke to a loving BJ. We have been at it like rabbits since. I do feel a guilty about encouraging K. and wonder if we should meet up with the guys again.