It was nearly for about a minute and two and she still she was struggling to get her last piece of dress. I was watching the entire show and was neari...g to a conclusion that the shirt would never be caught back by her.After a couple of minutes, I saw her walking back towards me. Thought she got her shirt back. But NO! she dared even more and was walking back in the sand in her birthday suit. As guessed the shirt was lost forever. Walking in front of the couples and friends group, with her hands. “Don’t let’s go over it all again. Can’t we just enjoy the fantasy? Please! You’re getting weird now!” There was yet another long pause. “You didn’t cum tonight though, did you?” he asked, confidently, resuming his stroking between my thighs. “I enjoyed it, Pete. Really I did,” I protested, trying to relax again and enjoy the sensation building again between my thighs despite my anger. “When did I last make you cum?” he asked, his stroking growing more confident and considerably more. Loud music was playing and before long she was being turned over so that a lad who I later learned to be Steve, knelt behind her and slid his huge black cock into her arse. My wife cried out as almost his whole length slid into her and he began fucking her arse in a slow, rhythmic manner. The video then ended.I took another glass of wine. I had a hard on but decided to leave it as I hoped she might be home soon as she already looked well and truly fucked. Jane didn’t get home until after two. ’ Hope it didn’t hurt too much’. I said.’No pleasure without pain – as the saying goes’. He replied ‘but,actually,after the first few moments when you entered me, It felt fantastic! Next time will be much easier’.My heart leapt.’ I reallywould enjoy another session with you. Today has been one of the best of my life’.’My feelings exactly’ he said.’but,seriously, I hope itwill be more than one session.Just one more thing. Who are you?’ I understood what he meant. I knew all about him but I was.