We then thrash back and forth until we both reach a massive orgasm. Exhausted and completely satisfied, we tidy up and go for coffee. Our favourite ...offee shop sits in a tree-lined street smack bang in the middle of the city. As it is a hot, humid day, we sit outside. It is holiday time and the street is full of holidaymakers like us in slow down mode. We both love to people watch. I take in the beautiful women wearing little and leaving little to the imagination. You, my love, eye up the. Going over to ask him questions she already knew the answers to, sitting on the edge of his desk- legs slightly parted while she talked to him. She could see him stealing glances up her skirt or down her top and it only made her wetter. Today they were both working late on some project, everyone else in the office had left long ago and they were the only ones left- that only made her more aroused. She could hardly focus on the project, her thoughts constantly turning to images of him tearing. We left Mum and Dad sunbathing and we wandered off to explore the dunes at the far end of the beach."Stay together," Mum called out after us, then "and look after your sister."We found a gap in the fence and crawled through. The dunes looked deserted but almost immediately Heather put her finger up to her lips with a shoosh. We stopped dead in our tracks, and then I heard it too, a girlie sigh and then a male voice. Heather grabbed my hand and together we moved quietly up the next rise. Slowly. His cock was at half mast when he stripped with the sounds of the pornos and the fact my wife was furiously rubbing her clit seemed to entice his cock to grow wild. He move closer and my wife, thinking it was me reached down to his cock and took it in her hand. She ran her hand down the shaft and slowly back up to the head and sighed. I knew this was turning her on. hell, it was turning me on seeing my wife play with herself and stroke that cock. She stopped rubbing herself and John removed her.