Her husbands cum had always tasted horrible, but this was like the nectar of the gods.She ran her hands over her breasts, massaging the sticky white f...uid into her skin, she had heard that cum was good for the skin so maybe she could get something out of this day.She was tired of the men being the only ones to get off. Her pussy ached and screamed for the presence of a cock.When the next cock slid through the hole, eagerly waiting for her attention she pulled the chair closer to the wall.. My wife looked over at the husband who I will call Dan and then at me saying "Are you sure, this sounds crazy?" I knew he was all for it by the large bulge in his swim trunks. We talked about it for awhile and decided to move it into the house where I put a porno flick on the TV. With the lights turned low, the sexual tension became so thick you could cut it with a knife. I stepped out of the room where I could still watch and Karen joined me as Dan sat by my wife. Intently watching the TV,. The sadness she hadfought for days hit her all at once and she couldn't stop crying. She wasoblivious to the stares and soon began wailing repeatedly,"It's all my fault. I should have known. It's all my fault, I should haveknown, IT's ALL MY FAULT!"The crowd scattered knowing there was little they could do to help thegrief stricken girl. Only her mother dared approach.She put her arm around her daughter and whispered in her ear. "It's notyour fault honey. It was a selfish act by your. Then she asked me to turn around and I did. The first thing she noticed was the bulge inside the towel. She laughed and tried hard to control her laughter. I wasn’t feeling shame rather I stood proudly and lifted my arms and locked my fingers behind my head.After a few minutes of suppressed laughs, she applied soap on my chest. She touched my nipples and massaged them. She moved her hands down and applied soap till the towel wrapped around my waist.I was hoping that she would unknot my towel.