He saw eventually one man just come in. He probably had just dressed in his blue baggy shorts and grey tank top. The man had graying hair but was stil... well-built. Into his possible forties (or thirties because men could gray at any age really).James had a hunch (and he thought the man was pretty handsome but that was besides the point!).As soon as he approached him the man eyed him like he was crazy.The guy spoke. "Hey buddy. A little dolled up for a place like this? What kind of weird person. Carol spotted a seating area with four young men. They were all dressed and up and looked like up and coming professionals, suits, open necked shirts and highly polished leather shoes. They seemed to be celebrating something. Carol sauntered over to them, hips and shoulders softly swaying and asked if we could join them. They took one look at Carol and nodded yes.We sat and started chatting with them. I introduced myself and Carol as my wife. Their names were Tony, Rick, Dave and Tom. . He could feel the dampness and knew was waited for him as he slid them past her ass and down her legs until they dropped to the floor. He then pulled her towards him so her ass rested on the edge of the counter before spreading her legs and slowly kissing down her sweet pussy lips. He continued to kiss back up her pussy until he reached the top of her pubic bone. He then looked into her eyes before spreading her lips and placing his mouth over her throbbing clit. The sensation of his warm mouth. Then he shoved a small throw pillow under her head, I assume he did this so that she would be able to witness the carnage that were about to wreak upon her body. So here was my wife, trussed up like a Christmas turkey, her black boots were sticking out above her head. Her round ass and smooth pussy were spread, exposed and vulnerable to whatever these two crazy men had in mind. About that time Ole Joe walked in leading a dark brown horse, whos coat seemed a little shaggy and tied it to a post.