The hand that had reached out to me began to move rhythmically over my own nightie, the look of warmth becoming one of hunger the more she felt my satin move under her touch.
I sensed that here was a kindred spirit, one for whom the pleasure of satin knew no bounds, one for whom just the sight of the glistening softness aroused a movement of deep seated sexual need for more than just a sight.
Her hand reached the belt of my trousers and she frowned. Chris quickly stepped up behind me and reached around my waist to my belt
'Patrick, do you mind?'
he began to speedily unfasten the leather belt even before I'd nodded my consent his fingers deftly releasing the button and pulling the zip down to draw the constraining garment down, helping me to step out of them. His hands returning quickly slipping my shirt off my shoulders.
My long nightdress swished its folds down over my legs and I luxuriated in the sensation of the satin brushing against me. Wendy let out a small 'Oh!' as the full shine of my satin was allowed to gleam out unhindered.
'Wendy has always adored satin, loved the sight and feel of satin, wearing satin and especially rubbing and stroking satin.' He spoke quietly to me, so as not to interrupt Wendy's reverie.
'Long before her stroke it was a large part of our lives. She used to shop for satin, spending an age just rubbing the glossy sides of the fabric together between her fingers and thumb. It had to be a particular kind of satin slipperiness that she knew would make her melt the moment she felt it sliding over her. It seems to have been the one of the things that has more than survived the stroke.'
The explanation was quite unnecessary as Wendy's obvious joy at touching me through my nightie continued.
'Oh, Wendy, look. Can you see here, look. Beautiful French knickers. Are they satin too?'
His enquiry was quickly taken to heart by Wendy whose hand descended over my nightie to the band at the top of my silken knickers. Once she felt the elastic her progress suddenly slowed, as if she wanted the feel of the two layers beneath her fingers to last. As she probed, I felt the nightie being slid over the glossy outer surface of my smooth knickers. Wendy sucked in a noisy breath letting out another little oh sound, and nodded as she looked from my face to Chris's'.
'Shall I feel them too?' he asked her. His question purely rhetorical as his hands flew flat against the cheeks of my bottom as she nodded even before his question had finished, beginning a slow rhythmic massage of the two satins.
'Hmm, yes, doesn't that feel naughty, my darling'
Although his wife nodded again in agreement, he had actually directed his words into my ear, so that I knew the words were for both of us.
My world started to spin. So much had happened so quickly. I was in a daze. The caresses to my front and back were exciting me to near fever pitch. My knickers, even with their roomy cut, were being forced to strain to accommodate my stiff and leaking cock which by now was being wanked mercilessly by Wendy, using the satin of my nightie to good effect over my satin knickers.
Chris had transferred his hands attention to my hips, drawing himself closer to me to push his hardness now between my sheathed cheeks. I looked down to Wendy's smiling face, and the sight of her rubbing me and still rubbing her breasts, her hand switching jerkily from one then
