We took off the week of Labor Day to spend time in Ann’s hometown in the rural south. More importantly, we wanted to attend her brother’s Labor Day cookout and anal creampie party. Usually, we stay at a hotel in town, about 15 minutes from her brother’s farm. On Labor Day, we drove out to Bill’s place around 4 p.m. When we arrived most of her family was already there, including Ben her other brother. Ben’s wife was absent, as usual. But, Bill’s wife Angie was there and Angie’s brother Marty. Also present were some of their pals, as well, and Kay.
Ann had dressed for the occasion, short denim mini that zipped up the front, white tube top, sandals, and, as usual lately, no panties. If you looked closely enough, the dark outline of her areolas were faintly visible through the tube top and her heavy breasts jiggled nicely as she moved.
By the time we arrived, the booze was flowing freely and the burgers were almost ready. The drinking continued and, as the sun went down, the anal creampie party moved to Bill’s basement family room. The music started and the real anal creampie party began with dancing. Ann danced with each of her brothers and, by the look in her eyes, I could tell that her juices were flowing. With Ann, red wine is the ultimate aphrodisiac; like she really needs one.
Soon Marty was monopolizing Ann, dancing each dance with her, whether fast or slow. Marty, I have to say, is a pretty disreputable character. Very wiry build, 40 or so, married with several kids, he likes his beer and ladies. I spent most of my time dancing with Kay or Angie, the later knew nothing of our little anal creampie fest with Kay. I noticed that Marty was holding Ann quite close and his hands were sliding lower on her hips, sometimes grabbing a quick feel of her butt. I also noticed that Ann didn’t seem to mind.
Shortly after, I saw Ann going upstairs with Marty following closely behind.
“Rob, are we going to get together later,” whispered Kay.
Don’t know, honey, I’ll be back in a minute,” and I excused myself to see what anal creampie my dear wife was up to. Bill’s house is quite large, so I had to search around upstairs and the second floor before I discovered what had happened to Ann and Marty. They were in a study on the second floor.