She looks at him and asks if he will get it it out.He looks over at me and asks if its ok"you comfortable getting it out in front of me?" i can see yo... have a good hard on there?" "no problem trust me" he reply's "be my guest" at this point out of the corner o my eye i can see that my wife has sat down opened her legs and she is playing with her pussy all the time looking at the bulge in his jeans.He stands up and proceeds to drop his jeans and boxers to expose a monster nine or ten inch cock. "How are these?" she asks, walking towards the mirrors, looking at my crotch, seeing my reaction to her. "I'm not sure if these fit ok,," as she bends at the waist and grabs her ankles, offering a glorious look at her pussy, the blue string a darker shade of blue between her lips, and the insides of her thighs, glistening from her juices. Smiling back at meas she opens her stance a little more, slowly stands up, pulling the strings forward as she comes up, and squirts, not alot, but enough to. It was quieter on the north end of town, the beach less crowded. We had dinner together, walked the boards and then repaired to a bar at his end of the resort. We knocked back a couple beers over mostly mundane conversation—sports, career choices, the state of the economy in this era of the Obama administration. Invariably, as it always does with Ed and other friends, talk turned to women. Ed was dating a chick he met in the surf shop, a customer who came in looking for scuba gear and left with. It stings and you whimper as another blow rains down on your oily, shiny smooth cheeks. ‘Is....that...what...you....like?’ I ask, slapping hard with each blow. I grip your hair roughly, pulling your face up from the pillow, turning your face to me. Sweat is pouring down your face as you kiss me hard. I turn you to face the headboard. You raise yourself up on your hands as I push your legs wider apart. You are so open for me, so wet. For a moment, you are focussed on the adrenaline from being.