All three cocks were hard, bobbing as the boys danced. The boys would stroked the girls' breasts, pinching the nipples, as the girls would make circle... of their thumbs and forefingers and slip them over the boys' cocks. My own cock was so hard and sensitive that I couldn't bear to touch it, for fear of cumming.I noticed that the audience, lying on blankets on the sand and watching the performance, were also paired off, man and woman, caressing each other but taking care not to cause the men to. “Do you want to?” He asked me, raising his eye brow and looking me in the eye. “Do I want to what?” I asked him back. “Do it again.” he stated matter of fact “Do you?” I inquired. I looked up at him and gave him a small smile. I did want to do it again. I wanted to see him touch himself. I wanted to kiss him again and feel his body pressed up against my own. I wanted to hear the sound in his voice when he cums at the thought of me. Moments passed as we looked at each other, but we both. I’m sorry. I’m still a little nervous about the idea of fucking someone outside of a relationship. It’s why I rushed into my last marriage, which didn’t work out so well,” she blushed.“What happened?” I inquired.“He turned out to be an abusive drunk. What about you? Were you ever married or involved with anyone?” Summer probed.“I’m divorced. My ex decided that she wanted to save her part of the marital assets from civil forfeiture. Basically, I got screwed out of ALL of my money, not just half. We both often flirted with abandon with the girls, even wolf whistling their sexy, minimal outfits. Shelly whistled much louder and 'crudely' than I ever dared. Some of the girls had even briefly flashed us their tits or ass in knowing response. Their subtle giggles told me they all noticed my straining, tented shorts and the impending escape of my wayward prick. Noticing them notice me only made my dick lurch. Our three friends knew to pretend we had never gone beyond the outlandish flirting,.