Ignoring him, John continued plunging his thick black cock deep into my pussy, driving closer to another orgasm. “I said get the fuck off my wife...” “Sure man, I’m just about to fill this pussy with cum," John said, pounding his dick deeper and harder into the bottom of my stuffed pussy, making me scream louder with each thrust. “You better stop fucking this guy right now,” my husband shouted at me. “Oh my god! He’s fucking me so hard; I’m going to cum again,” I moaned at the top of my lungs,. Back in the parking lot, I noticed about a half dozen other cars parked there, most with other guys sitting in them. This seemed like a strange place to grab lunch, and they didn't seem to be eating anyhow. They didn't strike me as druggies hanging out to score some dope, some were older businessman-types. Then, with some embarrassment I realized "Oh, dumbass! This is a cruising park!" I decided to get into my van, and cruise around to check the place out. There are a few parking lots connected. Few days after the rainy night, Betty and I haven’t got any chance to sex again, just because Melisa and Mike were at home all the time selling their paintings, and I was busy too with my work. We exchange some looks and little touch, tickling and giggling, nothing much. Melisa has been selling the paintings and totems so she was so happy with amounts of money she got that she decided to make f****y party. She invited my folks, Betty’s folks and few her friends. I think the best thing that. Okay, so I wasn’t naked…Just pretty damn close. “So I am like the weird one, at the swinger resort all by myself?”“Hedonism isn’t just a lifestyle resort…”I rolled my eyes. ‘Okay, yeah I know, it mostly is. But if you are looking to get laid, there’s plenty of couples willing to fight to the death over a pretty woman like you.”“Thanks, but I…”“Just here for the tan and scared of the swingers?”“Not… scared. I mean… I... ”“There’s a story there,” she said. “Come on, tell me on the table.”“So….