I cried too but for myself, not Gabriel. Spent, I asked if he still admired me. He was shocked at my revelation but said he still admired me, maybe mo...e. He thought less of my husband.Calmed after the catharses of tears I told him."You need to change. You're never going to win her back trying to please her. She’s in a fantasy. You need to destroy her fantasy with reality. Currently, you're supporting her fantasy. Distance yourself; don’t let her take you for granted, think about how great. Like an art exhibit you walk around and admire while sipping champagne and eating caviar." Wow, that would be an original party. The guys would freak out." It can't be just Charles, James, Peter and Henry. They, uh, been there, done it, got the tee shirt." Kent laughed at how she could joke about such things. "They have to bring dates so they're not all talking about past times. And there should be people I don't know, for the thrill I'm looking for." And they'd have to be people I can trust. I saw one taxi parked slightly off the roadabout 200 yards away so I ran and got him to turnaround. I asked him if he would help me get my wife inthe taxi, he reluctantly agreed and we walked down toget her up.But she was not alone anymore. I was shocked andexcited at the same time. Three native looking menwere around her. They were all fully clothed but theircocks were out. I could see in the street light, theirdirty, wrinkled cocks. One enourmous cock was about toenter her loose pussy. I saw. I had never dreamed that I girl would willingly do what Kristen was now doing.Unfortunately, Kristen's oral ministrations didn't last too long. She let my penis drop--rock hard again!--and stood up, face to face with me. "We better get back before they send out a search party," she giggled.Kristen led the way, and I watched her beautiful ass wiggle right and left in the dim moonlight as she made her way back to the blanket.The girls had apparently started without us. Camille was in the middle.