His eyes sweep the room. His wife’s moaning has made her the centre piece of the room like a queen bee, everyone is drawn to her. No trophy wife but...a sexually expressive being suddenly the focal point of a mass orgy. Her legs were writhing. God the red head knew her stuff between a woman’s legs. A guy he couldn’t remember seeing before was under his wife somehow: filling her arse at the same time. As good as the brunette was on his own cock, Damien suddenly wanted to cum in his own wife’s. We traded emails and it seemed like a perfect opportunity to scratch my sex in public itch but not be out in public.He said there was a gate to the pool but it was easy to get over the fence and the restrooms themselves were never locked.The guy who had posted the ad was verse and was really open for anything. He was just looking to have a hot night and was looking for whatever fun he could drum up. As we talked, it turned out he was kinky as well. I should mention that at the time another. I pushed myhips against her, just to be sure we had the same thingsin mind. She pressed back. Now there was no doubt, shewas asking me to at least fool around. I began rubbingher small breast and her thighs with my right hand. At every move, I expected her to push my hands away andend this, but she didn’t. I reached around andunbuttoned her Levis as her hands continued to exploremy thigh. I pulled her pants down, she had to scoot andmove to help me, until her bare buttocks were exposedand. There hadn’t been any more raids in the last four weeks, but both Frank and Lee were expecting them to resume soon.With their assurances that they now felt comfortable enough to handle almost anything that happened, I mounted up and rode after the wagons, catching them less than an hour later.Three weeks later, we were again at the freight crossing, looking down on the banks of a swollen Rio Grande. We’d managed to beat any heavy rains of the rainy period, but we’d still been caught in plenty.