"Do you like this, slut?"All you can do is nod your approval as the words bring you ever closer to the edge of climactic orgasm. I pump faster and har...er into you as you feel yourself going over the edge. You grasp for any hold you can find, but it's a pointless endeavor. It's physically painful to hold back, but you dedicate all of your willpower to the task. I keep pumping harder and harder while you squeeze your eyes tightly, immersed in the lands of overwhelming pleasure. I plant a quick. I ran my hands all around the top of my legs just barely touching the smooth, but spiky, place where my pubic hair should be. My pussy is bare and part of me likes that I’m keeping it that way just for me, because I like it that way. But I would like to share it, to feel someone else’s fingers running over the sensitive skin for a change. Or their mouth. I run the fingers of both hands over my mound and down, pulling in opposite directions to separate my lips. I can smell my musk even through. I could feel the fuck fluids squishing and sloshing as I walked. It was just like the website photos. Couples were fornicating all over the place. I saw my husband and Tonya at one of the tables. She was laid out on the table and he was standing between her legs fucking her. Her pussy was completely hairless. I walked over and pinched his butt saying, “Hey baby, I see you’re having fun too. I bet she makes a good little bed warmer, doesn’t she?”Ron said, “You bet, I love this little bitch” She. My lovely wife of 32 years came from a rural home into which I was accepted completely. She had 2 sisters and a brother: Mary (married to an asshole), Jean (single), and her twin Jeff (possibly gay). Jean approached me after my wife’s funeral and made it clear that she was available to comfort me if I ever needed it. Several days later, Mary did pretty much the same thing. This was in February.The following summer, the four of us decided to rent a cottage on a lake in New Hampshire for a week..