After about half an hour, by which time the room was full, mainly middle-aged couples like ourselves, the lights dimmed, and the first act started. Th...s was a young woman who looked exactly like a Fragonard painting, and who removed her clothing slowly and decorously to the music of Jean Phillippe Rameau if I wasn't mistaken, just as if she was a lady preparing for bed. Once she had taken off everything except her pale gold g-string, she put on a diaphanous robe, and seated herself in a small. Her grunts and moans let me know she enjoyed him inside her. I was like a fly on the wall at this point. I sat and watched while my wife and a guy we hardly knew fucked like school k**s on the first date. It was raw, hard, dirty, and filled with craving. The sounds of their bodies, their guttural grunts, and breathing permeated the room. Jeremy got up remaining inside my wife as he lay her on the floor, pulling her pants off her legs. She was now nude with Jeremy's cock buried balls deep inside. Has we walked to the car I noticed a carpark extension which was out of sight of the main area I drove into the secluded area turning towards Heather I pulled her towards me and we kissing my tongue sliding into her mouth I put my hand on her knee as she was wearing a loose skirt my hand very slowly made its way up her leg pulling up the hem of her skirt until I felt the soft hair of her vagina panties being absent which explained the trip to the Ladies at the inn.I slowly rubbed her clitoris. I could see the sticky shine of semen in her pubic hair and inside her thighs Why couldnt you come home last night? I was in Stourbridge. She began as she climbed in beside me. Jen and I started to walk home and a guy picked us up. We dropped her off at home and he began to bring me home. But he stopped and we kissed. I thought he was going to fuck me in the car, but he stopped and asked if I wanted to go home with him. So we did. To this day she sticks to that story. It was complete bollocks..