We got our drinks, a merlot for Corinne, a chardonnay for myself. I reached for my wallet, but the bartender said, “Sir, this is an open bar.” I c...uld tell Corinne was holding back a giggle. I guess she didn’t want to embarrass me.We continued talking for a while, then Lucy reappeared holding a keycard. She signaled for us to join her. “I see you haven’t chased her away, John,” she joked. “Very funny.” Then I noticed her husband wasn’t there. “Where’s Steve?” “He got a room already,” Lucy. She spread her arms to wrap under his, so her small breasts melded against him. The arm around her waist held her tight as he nosed along the curve between her neck and shoulder. Between her legs, Ivar’s erection grew until it throbbed in a way that made her adjust her stance, so she was more open for him.Ivar rocked his hips, so his cock slid along her slit. His throat buzzed as he let out a deep groan. “You’re so warm. We shouldn’t-” Releasing her waist, he grabbed one of her legs and lifted. She told me to block all the faces and to show her what I had done before doing anything. Then she turned and went back inside the house.I trembled as I popped the card into the computer. I hadn’t seen any of what went on yesterday other than the few stolen glances I got and those were agonizingly too few! Oh my God! There was my wife on her knees, smiling into the camera with Bob’s cock in her mouth! There was my wife getting her pussy eaten by Sally! There was my wife with her face buried in. Vengeance was swift and the French populace that supported the resistance brought the females that had slept with the German officers to the street corners. They shaved their heads and made them wear cardboard signs around their necks advertising their treason against France. They were forced to shout out their sins against downtrodden civilians subjugated in a constant state of semi-starvation. They lived a life of luxury whilst they had anything they wanted from their new German friends.Many.