There was a suck and fuck film on the screen, but the men around us were watching my wife and I. I took off her panties and pulled her skirt up around...her waist. Then I put two fingers into her plump pussy. Damn, it was hot, watching these guys watching us. One old guy came right up and sat on the other side of my wife. I looked at him and said, "You can look all you want. But, if you try and touch her, I'll fucking kill you." He backed off some but still sat there looking at her, then unzipped. She could see him watching her out of the corner of his eye, not daring to move as she put the point of the tent stake to the ground and began giving slow, rhythmic blows with the mallet. Steel rang out as she staked him to the spot, driving the tent peg into the ground further with each blow. She began breathing hard, and felt the warm flush creep up her thighs into her pussy. The mallet blows continued to fall, and her hips rolled in time with the sound of metal on metal.Clang, her hips. Melinda's mouth dropped open. "You've already done that!" Melinda squeaked. "You have!" That's not the point, Mel..." Like hell, it's not! You have a lot of fucking nerve, telling me what I can't do, when you've done it yourself!" But not on Mom!" Heather said through clenched teeth."Oh, yeah? Why not?" Melinda demanded.Heather almost told her. She almost told Melinda what she had seen happen the week before. Heather had tried to catch her mother at it again, but Penny knew she was being. And finally the shy one follows quietly behind them. They look around for a taxi. I shoot the car forward to meet them, trying and failing to look casual. They clock me and the loud one throws her arms in the air and wobbles towards me, clearly a little worse for wear. She comes right up to my window and plants a big kiss on the glass, "I love you Mr taxi man!" she shouts. Her kiss leaves a fat lipstick mouth on my window. They climb in the back chattering loudly, a few drinks seems to have.