“What about the guys who drove up in those trucks? Where are they?” “The boys are anxiously waiting for your arrival, inside.”I slipped off my...top and my shorts, panties and bra, and gave them to my husband. He had a devious look on his face as he watched me strip. He said, “OK, let’s go in”. My nipples were rock hard as I climbed from the truck. My heart was racing. What have I agreed to? How many people are inside? Do I know any of them? Will they like what they see? I was secretly glad I was. Joel turned me around without asking and started kissing my neck. “Joel, right here?” I questioned. “Yeah,” Joel said, his hand reaching around me and slipping into the bottom of my bikini. He rubbed my pussy and my knees went weak as a moan escaped my mouth. Joel’s free hand found my breasts, freeing my perky boobs from the bikini top. Joel pinned me up against the wall of the pool, bending me over the pool deck. He pulled at the strings to the bottom and let them float off. I could feel his. I suggested. "You are a nasty little faggot fuck pig aren't you". "I am" I replied. He used the market to write the message on my face. Well let's not keep them waiting. Leave your shorts and shirt here. You won't be needing them. Lose your shoes and socks as well". We went back past the video booths to the end of the hall and through a door into a large dimly lit room. There were 4 large screen tvs on the far wall providing the only illumination in the room. I was unable to see anything. My tongue probed his, gently at first, seeking out the warmth of his mouth but now he fought back, his fingers holding firm against the back of my neck as he pressed my tongue back and his deep into my mouth. We were both moaning aloud now, our situation temporarily forgotten as our heads turned from side to side, our lips mashing together, our tongues eager to duel. I could our breaths coming in ragged short bursts. Ohhh Wade! I murmured, as my hands pulled his lips firmly onto mine. He pushed.