Your best chance before Lindsay goes home

You blink awake, hearing the laughter of your sweet wife Mary along with another woman, a younger lady. Lindsay! Of course. You smile as you look across the sleeping cabin of the fancy RV you're driving as a favor to your friend, and smile at the blessing of your hotel clerk choosing to spend her day off with you and Mary before she heads back home.

It's still night. You're hard and ready.

The gals are sitting at the little galley counter. Lindsay's drinking from a bottle of pink wine cooler and Mary is sipping from a coffee mug. Lindsay's frosted curly hair is hanging down, and Mary's thick dark hair is still pinned up for the night.

With the RV on hookup power, the little heat pump is purring away and it's pleasantly warm inside. Lindsay and Mary are less than half-dressed, with naked titties and bare butts hanging out while they talk about bad sex.

"My most uncomfortable time?" Mary says. "Well, yes, probably in a car. Broken down in the rain, just like these fine folks. But only a few hours, waiting for a tow. We snuggled close and used our hands, and I did touch Heaven a couple of times. Poor fellow, he never did get his chance, the car was just too small inside for me to really do anything more than squeeze his wiener a little bit. I guess we had as good a time as we could, but we were both sore the next day from being twisted all around."

Lindsay says, "I guess that's one way of keeping warm and passing the time," she says. "For me it was a sticky hot summer night camping. I should have known better. Got eaten alive by mosquitoes, and my date didn't even get me off. What a sorry night that was, I tell you." She laughs. "Nothing worth writing home about, much less having a disaster sex reunion party." Lindsay leans forward and kisses Mary on the lips. It's a long kiss, with tongue. "I'm so glad I met you, Mary, you and Brian. You're a pair of road tripping angels reminding me how good sex is."

You slide out of the RV's fold-out bed, naked hard-on bouncing in front of you, and step up behind Mary, pressing your dick into her seat back and reaching over her shoulders to cup a bare titty in each hand.

"Honeybear!" Mary says. "Squeeze me, that feels good."

You squeeze your wife's breasts, working up to pinching her swollen nipples, as Lindsay watches, licking her full lips.

"Breastfeeding our girls was good for my wife's titties," you tell Lindsay. "Her nipples really stick out when she's feeling it. That tells me she's in the mood. And Mary likes a harder touch now, and feels it more." You roll her stiff nipples between fingers and thumb.

"Oh, honeybear," Mary says. She's breathing fast and deep now. "Yes. Our angels Shasta and Sarah. Off at college now. Whenever I miss them, my breasts tingle. My honeybear gets to suck them now."

Lindsay gets a sly smile but doesn't say what she must be thinking about a mom who gets titty hard-ons thinking of her daughters off at college.

"Or Taylor and Tom," you say. "Did they suck your titties?"

"Taylor and Mandy," Mary says. "From where I work," she clarifies for Lindsay. "Oh honeybear, how rude! You're making me blush in front of our guest."

"Don't you say God loves love, sweetie-pie? We're just witnessing that for Lindsay." You don't let up.

Lindsay laughs. "I love it! I love seeing you two. Your husband has such a big stiffie right now."

"Oh Brian, oh honeybear, please!" Mary begs.

Her nipples are hot and stiff as you pinch and roll them. Her ears and neck are flushed pink.

"Please? Please what, sweetie-pie? Please stop?"

You have 1 XP, +0 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, OMG, and Submissive (Mary).

Use Make Her Beg on Mary: 2d6 + 1 (+0 Hot, +1 Submissive), Roll 7+1 = 8, she begs you for one thing