I was nervous. “Joel, what if we get caught?” “Are you kidding me, it's a bunch of old people who are probably asleep and besides if they did ...atch us we’d just run!” Joel pulled the car over and shut it off. He got out of the car walked around to my door and opened it for me. I loved the way he opened doors for me. I felt like a queen around him and he was my king. Joel reached into the back and pulled out two towels then led the way through to the back yard of an extremely large and nice. ’ I knew that Herman and Krista were the owners of Peak Lodge, and Herman was also the award-winning chef. I had no idea who Marcus and Louise were. ‘Did you want coffee or something?’ the woman said. ‘I was hoping for some lunch,’ I said. ‘Lunch. Oh. Yes. Well ….’ ‘Is that going to be a problem?’ I said. It was at that point that the phone she was carrying rang. She answered it and, while whoever was at the other end apparently did most of the talking, her frown got deeper and deeper.. God she looked great. ‘Are you sure,’ I asked. I’m not sure which one of us I was asking. ‘Yes, I need this.’ This, she said, not me. I relaxed a little. She didn’t love me, had no desire to take me away from my comfortable life, or even see me again. She wanted the experience: to know she could still make a man lose control, to want her so bad he lost control and a good chunk of his mind. To do all the slutty nasty things she would never dare do in her twice a month duty romps with her. It was a very hot day. They were all wearing shorts. I invited them to come to the motel pool. I went back into the store and got a cheap cooler with ice and some cokes. I told them to meet me at the pool. I drove back and parked close to our room. As I got to our door I looked through a small slit in the curtains to see what my wife was up to. Sure enough I could see she had a couple of fingers buried in her pussy. Her mouth open and her back was arched. She was very close to cumming. I could.