I took it to her as she stood looking out over the garden through the large French windows. It was late spring by then, the evenings getting longer, s...me cherry blossom visible and blackthorn growing in the hedge. It was impossible to resist the urge to touch her as I handed her the drink so I gently placed my hand on her shoulder. She smiled and her hand went straight into the top of my dress and cupped my tit. She squeezed my nipple, not hard. ‘You do look good in blue.’ ‘You look good in. They come to the table where slave Henry is standing, get some shaving cream and a razor and their chance to shave slave Henry. They usually begin with his underarms, slowly soaping them up, shaving them and then tasting them. Before going downwards they often spent some time sucking and biting slave Henry's nipples which made his cock so hard it bounces off his flat, lean, smooth stomach. Again the audience claps to see such a perfect cock ready for sex. The guest then moves down to slave. I drifted off as my need for sleep outweighs my curiosity.I woke again this time to the rustling of someone moving around in a nylon sleeping bag. I looked over towards my wife to see the 12-inch gap between them had disappeared. He was lying right up against her back with an arm around her waist. I sat quietly not sure what to do. I watched as he slid his hand up and down under the covers feeling up her leg and rubbing her ass. After a few minutes I noticed her body start to respond to his. “Ahhh…Cole, You are always looking to take a seat. What ever happened to all that hard-charging Cole-Train stuff you used to talk about?” Baird said jokingly as he dusted off the filth of dead Locust on his uniform.“Shiiiitttt son, You know I’ll go all medieval Cole-Train on a Horde if I need to, but damn son, I gots to get my relaxation on too. You feel me Baird?” Cole said as he tapped his fist down on Baird’s.“Yeah I feel you,” Baird replied with a laugh as he tapped his fist bump.