“He must be on his way, huh?” She felt her pulse racing in anticipation and her vaginal walls starting to lubricate in preparation. Steven was lo...king away from his wife’s scrutiny trying to hide all of the contradictory emotions swirling around and through his mind and body. “He should be here, I don’t know,” he glanced at his watch, “maybe thirty minutes.” He turned back towards his panty-clad pregnant wife. “Listen, I think you should get dressed, honey.” She looked at him like he had lost. They didnt want to leave Georgias red clay but the job offers had been too good to pass up. We all had been friends for quite awhile and although we didnt swing with them we spent many hours sitting around, getting a buzz on, and exchanging sexual experiences, ideas, etc. All of us were pretty jazzed that day and the sexual innuendo ran high with my wife, Joy, running around in a pair of cut offs and a tank top with her enormous 38dds swaying for all to see and As sexy, trim ass strutting. This one is smaller but longer and he fucks your face pulling your hair. The cock in your pussy is moving in long strokes and you feel it starting to swell. He starts to cum and pulls out and shoots it on your ass. The other man pulls out of your mouth and cums on your face. "Hang her back up." Someone says and you are pulled up on the tree once more. "Ever been fucked in the ass Pig?" You shake your head no. You feel your ass cheeks pulled apart and fingers opening your ass hole. Something wet. Under the hot water my paint begins to peel away. I scrub at my skin with my fingers, paint coming away in flakes, staining the swirl of water around my ankles. The girl next to me passes me a bottle of vibrantly pink shower gel, that from the particularly flowery smell of the room, they have all been using. She smiles at me and goes back to her own shower. I take a look around. Most of the girls don't seem to have altered their behaviour now that I'm here, they are neither hiding nor being.