Once inside, I heard him lock the door behind me. This was what the members of the nudist group called the rendezvous room. If any sex was going to ha...pen, this was the room that would be used.Looking around the room, I was shocked to see my husband sitting in a chair near the bed. Before I could open my mouth, Mark smiled. “It’s all good, baby. I know you want him and I told Wyatt I would approve of you two having sex as long as I could watch.”I turned around only to have Wyatt scoop me up in. We roasted and shelled them and sat together under the trees and ate fresh hot roasted walnuts, and drank apple cider, nothing better. On this we both agreed. Elizabeth never talked about her past personal life. I never talked about mine. Beth was a good tenant except for one thing. Elizabeth was frequently late with the rent. Annoyed with her, I decided to make some discreet inquiries. On my lunch break I went to the Personnel Office to speak privately with my friend, Margaret. Margaret. " Sarah said opening the car door.So there we had it. The first meeting arranged and my wife was going to be dropping me at her mother's door with out realising I was going to fuck her silly. And she thought I was doing a really nice thing for her mother, which meant brownie points for me, which might result in more sex when I got home!That evening I told my wife I had to call her mother to see if there were any tools at her house. My wife was putting Thomas to bed, so she wouldn't hear what. Soaping herself quickly, she rinsed and stepped out of the cubicle. Taking a towel from the bar, she dried herself and tossed the towel over the shower door. Reaching for her robe, Irene paused and turned to the full length mirror on the bathroom door.She examined her reflection critically. She saw a tall, mature woman in the prime of life. Her dark hair was now shorter than usual, curling around her face. Her light, olive skin was flawless, her breasts large with little sag. Her gaze traveled.