As I turned away he asked if I was done watching my slut wife suck dick. I said I wanted a drink. He said to make him one and one for his fuck buddy. ...s a I walked away heard him tell her that I was ashamed of how much of a slut she has become for her first time. This for some reason made me hard. When I returned with the drinks, she was on her back with her legs up and spread while he was eating a fingering her.I hoped h would eat her. I gave them their drinks. It was vodka shooters. She had. How did Thrak know where we're going?At noon, when we took our midday break, I slipped off my horse and walked away from the group. “Where are you going?” Angela asked, walking to catch up. “A ritual,” I answered. I gave her a smile. “You want to watch?”“Will it make me wet?”I nodded.“Sure.”“Let's go down this hill. I don't want Thrak watching,” I said. “It's a women's only thing.”“What are you doing?”“Oh, just making Holy Milk. Just in case I need it.”Angela shrugged. “And how do you do. I did as I was told and loved it. “I have no underwear on” she teased. “Do you want to see my tits and pussy?” I managed a nod as I inhaled the scent of her sweaty pussy. “Get your cock out first” I had almost forgotten about my wife watching TV, but was jolted back to reality.“I can’t, Jane is in the house” I whispered“Okay, then none of this for you” she said as she put her hand down to the front of her skirt and maid motions as if stroking her pussy. “And give those knickers back”. The bitch. Most of us were getting slightly drunk after all the sweating and drinking in the July sun so the dozen or so remaining headed for the pool. We hung out and drank and chatted and soon there were six of us, including Sarah and Amy – two girls from the Atlanta office I had become friends with. I was almost certain the two guys with us were attracted to them and maybe even were fooling around. John was from the Houston office and had been obviously flirting with me during the week. He knew I was.