But we never really got chance to have sex as someone or the other would be in our house and we never got time alone. Both of us knew that each other ...here waiting for that day to come.But 1 fine day, things changed, I was home alone when she came home for work and was sweating due to summer heat. She went to kitchen straight away, I decided that this was the time and it’s now or never and to heat up things even more. I caught her from behind and licked all the sweat from her neck.She quickly. Yes, he was getting hard. I continued to read until he said, “Wait, you had sex in the showers? Our showers? You cheapened our experience.”We laughed and Tommy said, “Sounds like you live a fun life,” and I told him about swinging and websites and stuff before thunder rolled followed by lightning.“Join me in my tent?”“If you insist,” he said. “I’ll get some clothes.”“For what?”He grinned. ”Okay… but how would your husband feel if I fucked the shit out of you in your tent?”“As long as I don't. My pussy and my upper thighs were sore. My breasts were just as sore, especially my nipples which all those men who raped me seemed to take so much delight in pinching so very hard. I feared that my breasts would soon be black and blue from all the abuse they suffered today.I climbed into the shower and spent a long time scrubbing away the traces of my time in that changing room. When I was as clean as I could get I dried off, brushed my teeth and then tried to decide what I should wear. It. Sounded like we were going out for dinner and maybe a movie.. Sounded like a nice night. We got into the care and were driving for about 20 minutes, and stopped at a gas station/mini mart. My husband went in, saying he wanted to get us some beer. I was good with that, and waited in the car. He came out of the store with the beer, but waved for me to come with him around the back of the market. I didn’t think anything about this, so I got out of the car and followed him around to the back.