I asked my wife if she was having fun and she said more than ever. As she leaned in to give me a kiss she told me that Eric got her so wet that she wa... practically ready to fuck him right here on the dance floor!I looked over at Eric and saw that he was packing quite a bulge in his pants. My wife must have really worked him up on the dance floor. I asked him if he wanted to go back to our room for some drinks and fun with my wife. His eyes lit up as he took me up on my offer.We left the club. I grab her right titty, lifted up her left leg and went into beast mode, eventually taking my hand off her titty and smacking her ass taking out all my frustrations from the last hour. Then I wrapped her hair around my hand and gave her some back handed goodness for good measure, each stroke her twat got even wetter than before. Then I pulled out, placed my left palm to her neck, and started smearing her nut off of my dick and on to her face so she would wipe her face off with her hand and lick. I'm resting on a high branch of an oak tree, watching the horizon simmer. I feel safe, but lonely, as one does when you are left alone at night as a child. I looked up to see a lonesome buzzard zipping around and I felt a pang of jealousy, “I wish I had wings” I muttered to myself. The buzzard was then join by another, and my jealously was replaced with hatred, not of the buzzard that. "Yes. I have run none stop, but I've been practising for years so its no big deal."I looked at Anita, and for the first time didn't instantly look away. She too, seemed happy, if not as talkative as her sister. She met my stare full on, her smile broadening. All of a sudden, my courage vanished and I swiftly looked away feeling my cheeks blushing. The accompanying little giggle didn't help too much either. We talked for a few minutes, or to be more precise, I answered the myriad of questions.