Linda went back upstairs, Rob leaned over and told me that my wife has a nice ass. He like her tight pants that showed her ass off. Half time came al...ng, Rob went upstairs to use the bathroom. Around 5 minutes later I heard some chatter coming from upstairs, so I went upstairs to see what was going on. Rob standing in front of Linda's room where she writes her stories. Usually she keeps her door closed. I asked, what's up, they said just talking. Later that night, I asked Linda what they were. She wore 5 high heeled open toed shoes. The heels were pencil style, the platform clear and the straps that tied around her calves were white. As she stood before the long mirror, she could feel her body charged with horniness. Maybe it was the effect of the clothes and dress up, or the anticipation of what she was going to do, but as she lifted her skirt, she could see a quite bit wet patch on the thong already. She looked and felt very naked, so she picked up a long coat that covered her down. This is when Tina said I wonder who he is and what he looks like. I said lets go find out. She looked a little puzzled but I came right out and said what I wanted to do. Lets go over to his room. It's been a while since we had a threesome and we both liked it back when we did do it. The best part is we are away and nobody will ever know unless we told them.Tina agreed because she still was hot from showing off in the bar earlier on but she was scared about what the guy looked like. I said again. A naked man, middle aged, completely naked right in the meadow where she loved to walk and lie. Where, like George, she loved to lie down and see the clouds. She wanted to escape. She had to escape. Indeed, she had to scream and flee, to run home and report that a depraved mature nude man with no shame was sat naked in the meadow. That pig with his skin, darkened by the sun, and with white chest hair. And then... that thing at the bottom. And loosely lying along his basin. She had seen others.