The once-clear pond looked black and the marble statue of Dawn lay face down in the depths. Bookshelves and their contents littered the floor of the ...ibrary. One had half its burden slanted with shelf after shelf coming undone on a single side. The chandelier rested on the floor in the center of the room, having crushed a tea table beneath it and festooned its glass in all directions. No place in the manor seemed to have avoided the instant eons. Even his dormitory, his bed and all his. As the day wore on, Pete calmed down a little and did his best to concentrate on things other then Tamara's body. They walked across the beach and waded around in the water. Pete couldn't help but notice that he was not the only one ogling his wife. Everywhere they went, she would draw the eyes of men and often women as well. From young boys, to old men, they all gawked at Tamara's skimpy bikini and exposed flesh. All the attention she was getting made Pete feel uneasy but he didn't want to. He pulled on a pair of shorts and a tee and flip flops and followed me out to my car. I asked if he minded if we drive somewhere else. he said drive around behind the dumpster. I did and realized it was completely out of sight. he pulled his shorts off and then leaned over and fished my cock out of my jeans and sucked me. I was ready to come when he said dont cum yet I want you in me. I said ok but I want to suck on you first. he agreed and leaned over knneling so his cock was in my face. I was. “What is good for the goose is good for the gander. Yes Mistress I want to watch”. “Stand up and bend over the bench you creep” said the Mistress “I am going to give you what I gave your wife”. Again she hit me. “Tell me you want it” she yelled. Without an escape, and wanting to obviously please my excited wife I said “please Mistress, fuck me. Jam your huge cock in my arse”. Obviously she was satisfied as I heard her grab the lubricant and next minute the head of her strap-on began to open me.