"Morning, Ry," said the voice from under my sheets. The sheet went flying off and I could see her now. She was all dressed and looking like the millio... dollars that I would have paid for her, at least, I would have paid that much for her to not stop. "Listen, stud, I've already done my hair, so you tell me before you get it all sticky again."After a few more strokes, she stopped entirely. "RYAN WYLIE! Did you hear me?" Uh. Yah sugar. I heard you. No cumming in your hair. But you're not gonna. I went to the tote, got some change and came back to find Maria already sucking on one of them. We made some smalll chat with the vendor. I noticed one of the other couples walking towards us as well. They looked to be in their late 50's. The man had long, loose shorts, thick sunglasses and a cap, and the woman a wide-brimmed hat, dark glasses and a demure one-piece swimsuit with a skirt. The guy asked "...how much? from a distance. I noticed Maria became suddenly tense when she heard the. I thought to myself this is awesome, hubby is showing me off to his friends, and I was showing myself off to four other men. It was not like I was a slut I wasn't fucking them and sucking on their cocks. It was more like going to the salon and instead of having one massager I had five, and they were working on my must sensitive parts. Life was good.I was enjoying the moment and keep thinking how I must look. Naked on my back legs spread wide open on our pool table, five men standing around me.. Then in a brief glimpse in a bit of light she can see more: the woman has dark curly hair, a black mask covering the majority of her face, and a black dress similar to her own. The blonde lets herself be taken up a flight of stairs into what she figures out quickly has to be the woman’s apartment; she is led immediately out onto the balcony by the dark haired woman. The balcony is dark, secluded, and out of most everyone’s view but can see other apartments – especially the one lit up right.