They sat on both sides of me staring. I guess I was as different to them as they were to me. Mary and Roger took off down the beach and followed the s...ream. I had visions of Mary on her back and Roger mounting her then burying his massive cock in the pussy I had just enjoyed. Bill was the first to speak.“You know what they will be doing don’t you?”My blush told them I knew. Bill moved closer to me and whispered.“Paige I would love to have you so would Ron. Would you like to come with us?”I was. The pressure was almost painful but excited her. Her nipples were like little stones and she could begin to feel her own juices beginning to run down her inner thighs. “I’m here to fuck.”Instantly he released the pressure. His hands began to roam over her shapely ass. “That’s what I wanted to hear,” he whispered as his kissed below her ear. Turning her around to face him, he once again smothered her in another amazing kiss. She couldn’t help but moan as his tongue searched out hers and his. But on the other hand, she could have waited a little longer for the adjustment period to run its course, too. Instead, she'd started moving out on him, going by herself to parties when he refused, and finding male escorts from the office where she worked.At first, it hadn't bothered him too much; he'd been so goddamned concerned with his own self-pity, but sitting alone two and three nights a week had given him long, lonesome hours in which to think, and what he'd begun to conclude wasn't. She put down her book and started to cream my front.When she got to my cock she stopped. I told her that my cock needed sun cream, but she was reluctant to touch it in public. With a bit of persuasion she started to cream my cock, which quickly got hard. I didn’t feel embarrassed or uncomfortable lying down with an erection being creamed by my wife. Even with people walking past looking at what we were doing.After Jean finished creaming me, she went back to her book. Showing no interest in what.