As walked in the guest bathroom I saw her pressed against the glass. Sean behind her ramming her hard. Her breasts flat on the shower door, her face c...ntorted. Sean pushing his 14 inch cock deep inside her. My jealousy grow in a instant. This wasn't agreed on, but I couldn't stop watching. I stand there my wife being fucked hard by another man. I watched as she was about to orgasm...." Aww..... Hahhhhhh..... awwww....... I'm cumming..... "I look down out frustration, the glint caught my eye.. Not as classy as here, but even though it is not as nice, it’s not bad either.”“Alright, Charles. In the meantime, let me buy you a drink, and you can tell me about some of the nice places to visit here in Jebel.”Charles had a real good tolerance for alcohol, up to a point. Beyond that point, he became a very sloppy and friendly drunk. All I did was feed him drinks and bring up a variety of topics. He dumped everything you could possibly think of about every topic I mentioned. My asking him. She entered the dark room, flicked the lights back to life and closed the sliding door behind her.The room lacked anything that indicated who the occupant of the room was. It was tidy and typical, except for some unique additions. The bookshelf was devoid of any books, instead housing a full range of BDSM equipment, including restraints, hoods, gas-masks, gags, plugs, dildos, etc. In another corner of the room was a cupboard that, instead of clothes, contained more unique and custom made tools. They had great misgivings about going to a naturist wedding. They were not naturists, and indeed found the whole thing faintly ridiculous. They were pleased to see that nudity was optional and was certainly not expected of them. They were assured that great efforts would be made to ensure that textiles such as they were not going to feel excluded. It was also reassuring that it wasn’t their daughter who was pregnant, and that, in respect to their own feelings, Josephine was not going to be.